A life trip. Not a road trip.
What’s Next?
41 years old. One dog. A lot of questions. Figuring out what a life built on purpose actually looks like.
"I'm 41. I had a plan. Then I started asking…if it was the right one."
This isn't a crisis. It's a question. What does it look like to stop optimizing the wrong thing and start building something that actually fits? I stepped away from the familiar to find out. Buster's along for the ride. The answer is somewhere out there.
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