I have been thinking for sometime about my journey, my process and myself. When I look at my life and those that started with me, I can’t help but think that I am a little (or A LOT) behind them. I hate it when I run into an old college friend or a secondary school classmate messages me on Facebook or twitter talking about where they are and asking me what I am doing at the moment. I am sorry to say but I always lie. I just cannot bring myself to tell them I am not were I thought I should be or where they are right now.
This makes me think of how many years I have lost and realising I cannot get them back. Some days I am not bothered about the years as I tell myself ‘’it is not how far but how well.’’ For in those years, I didn’t even know who I was or what I wanted to do with my life: I made several mistakes in trying to find my purpose.