If you told ten-year-old me: “Your dreams will come true; but you’ll have to travel every weekend as part of the job”
No doubt, I would have responded with an enthusiastic thumbs up. After all, traveling is so glamorous.
Forty-one year old me is so grateful that my dreams came true; despite loathing getting on an airplane and living out of a bag.
It’s a small price to pay for following my passion.
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