In my mid-twenties, life seemed great on the surface.
I had a decent job as an aerospace engineer, a lush Audi A4 and I was somehow managing to balance a solid gym routine, Samba drumming classes, online dating and my newfound passion for standup comedy.
But underneath, I felt something was missing.
It started out so romantic: New girl, new life, new adventure!
With a backpacker’s budget and shit loads of savings, we decided to milk it and enjoy our freedom.
Life was good.
Until slowly but surely I started feeling stuck again.
Just in a different way.
I finally realised I wasn’t stuck in crappy conditions. I was stuck in my own pattern.
It was me the whole time. And I took myself everywhere I went!
I was the one who’d been creating all the pain, strain and struggle and making life so hard for myself.
I finally admitted “It’s about time I face my issues head on and make a few changes”.
