My Pathless Path

Paul was 33 when he started his pathless path.

I'll be 32 in a few days time. 

Then 35 in 3 years time. 

Wouldn't it be awesome?

What would be?

Taking a leap of faith and seeing where that takes me.

The unknown is pretty scary but what's scarier is remaining rooted to the ground, unhappy and thinking you're stuck but you're the only one stopping yourself from getting up and moving. 

You're not a plant Brienne.

And happy to have made that realisation I don't know when.

I'm the only one I know on this path right now. Other than my Dad who has been living the path. 

I knew a long time ago that I'll somehow be on this path.

Many years back, when my Dad was starting out, I remember asking him, can I join you?

And he said, "Go get a couple years of experiences before you come back and talk. Because how do you coach others if you haven't been through trials and tribulations?"

Never thought I'll be here. Somewhat there. Forging my own path, doing my own thing.

I never liked people telling me what to do. 

I have a certain way of doing things. I want to do it my way. 

Well, now I can design my own life. 

In 3 days time, I'll close this chapter of my life, go for a family trip, open another chapter.

It's the era of me.