Journey

"Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home."

I’ve been thinking a lot recently about my own journey. My journey through life, through my career, through parenthood and marriage.

I find myself worrying. Rapidly racing towards 40, having an entry level job with no money in the bank… where is this journey taking me? Where is my Lambo?

I watch videos online - people saying how easy it is to make a million dollars sitting on your toilet, people who joke educate their children and wipe their arses with £50 notes. I think to myself, “this isn’t fair. This is not fair.” but of course when the social media haze clears I understand this isn’t real. These people are charlatans and con artists. Of course they are. But…

Some people have Lambo’s.

Not me. But some people.

And so I bounce from dreams and ideas of making enough money to jack in my day job and work for myself, to feelings of inadequacy and depression - no I can’t. I’m too stupid, to inept, too cowardly.

Here is the end of this story; I die alone, without any money in my pocket, having slaved away 9-5, 5 days a week, to make someone else rich.

but you know, that’s okay. Today.

Tomorrow, it probably won’t feel that way. But today it’s okay.