I’m going to be honest with you: when I first started traveling, I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. Well, actually, that’s not entirely true. I had too many ideas. I had too many interests, passions and hobbies. If I could be and do something different each day of the week, I would have (psychologist on Monday, pilot on Tuesday, archeologist on Wednesday, artist on Thursday, astrophysicist on Friday, photographer on Saturday and travel journalist on Sunday). Obviously that is not possible, but when faced with the need to pick just one option I felt trapped, restricted, so in the end I picked none of them. I studied business administration and marketing. The question remained however, what direction to take, which dreams to pursue … it was all a kind of blobby question mark.
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