Maybe, just maybe, growing up is knowing when you’ve reached your comfort zone? I come from a family of strivers, raised with the stern mantra that winning isn’t everything, it’s the only thing. There are black sheep in every herd but generally it was try try try again, be the best you can be, put in the hours, burn the midnight oil, get out there and succeed!
Oh well. Done my time in the business rat race – rush rush RUSH impossible deadlines which got met, crazy high targets which were somehow achieved and of course the prize for winning is tighter deadlines and higher targets – annnnnnnnnnnnd . . . dropped out
Again. Deeeeeeeeeeeep breath. Nice, huh?
So – the modified ambition tradition. These promises I made to myself, and this promise to my restless ancestors – I will be the best I can be, at the various things I do, but I will not beat myself up because I’m not publicly winning at doing the various things I do.
I’ll stop every now and then, too, to smell the
And tomorrow, after some unavoidable delays, I start the fairly complicated road to formal residency. Fingers crossed