Today marks a full year since I left Brussels to cycle around Europe.
To chase my dreams – some of which I’ve held on to for ten, twenty, twenty-five years or more.
To turn my life upside down –
and while few things have turned out as I planned or imagined, I’ve been undoubtedly successful at the latter.
Partly because I don’t really know what’s next.
I have precious few long-term plans, after a lifetime of always knowing where I wanted to go and what I would do next.
What do you do, after all, when you’ve realised your childhood dreams?
I have to consciously stop my mind, ever so eager to try to fill that void with all sorts of plans, projects and goals.
Because this adventure hasn’t ended yet.
Because this void is as exhilarating as it is scary.
Because for once, I could try and go with the flow and see where it takes me.
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