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Why I Changed My Definition of “Adventure”
Post-burnout, I decided to hold off finding a new job and take time to work out what matters to me. At 32, it was the first time I’d consciously turned my attention to what made me come alive.
It was liberating.
As I investigated my own values and priorities during that gorgeous European summer, I journaled extensively. I penned ideas and lists, sipping coffee on Lisbon terraces and Prosecco canal-side in Amsterdam. I posed myself questions in an attempt to uncover what drives me. Not my family, peers or society. Me.
One went as follows: “You overhear someone next to you in a café describing a life that sounds so awesome, your ears prick and envy sizzles in your veins. What does this life look like?”
This question sparked my wildest imagination. I wrote pages and pages, setting out the kind of life that would make my heart beat faster.
I am a world traveler, working for myself outside the 9–5 framework. I spend a lot of time outdoors, breathing in fresh, clean air, setting my own schedule and feeling free in my decisions. Across different countries and continents I explore new cultures, meet inspiring people and learn more about myself. The word that best encapsulates this life, is ‘adventure’.
