After ten years of meaningless corporate jobs and postponed dreams, of restlessness and suspended time, something about this life started to feel like it belonged to someone else.
One day it finally became clear that enough time had been lost. And the only way to stop feeling numb and dissatisfied and stuck in a stranger’s life was to quit everything, to allow myself to start dreaming again, and to find my own meaning(s).
This is where bits of my mid-thirties crisis will be chaotically documented.
Here is to falling in love with the Wild Woman!
