As I celebrate my last year in my '30s, I can't help but to be contemplative, reflective: How did I get to this place in my life? How did I end up here?
This was not the plan for my life. But then again, there was never a plan.
I had dreams, for sure. But I never had a plan. I never knew how I was going to achieve my dreams; how I would become the person I wanted to be.
That's how I ended up here. I guess when you don't have a plan you just take what life offers you.
I'm not proud of all the decisions I've made, professionally or personally.
But I'm here now. So what do I do?