there’s a crack in everything
In the aftermath of dreadful stages in life, i tend to make unusual game-changing decisions. When my mother got a severe stroke back in 2014, paralysing half of her body and taking away her ability to speak, i quit my job and started my own business with zero clients and my only mentor slowly fading out.
A while ago my 15 year relationship passed its expiration date and the grief that comes along with that got the best of me. I’ve learned it’s normal to feel sad, even after making the right decision. At least it is for a while.
After spending a few weeks working remotely in Lisbon earlier this month, i haven’t exactly been doing cartwheels coming back home. But today marks the day i’m pulling myself together. My time has come to rise from my ashes once again.
I’m leaving Europe for a summer in Cape Town, South-Africa.