...it started off as fun, but I soon found myself spinning on this wheel of my own making that was moving at an incredible speed, making me so dizzy and unhealthy in so many ways. But inertia kept me in my seat.
I’ve always loved to play. And I don't really know how to do anything halfway. I go all in, which makes for an interesting ride. As a kid, I played to exhaustion. I fell constantly - my knees still carry the scars of all my stumbles. A wound wouldn't fully heal, and I'd carve out another one, covering my pain with more fun—a new game, learning how to summersault, sledding downhill on a nearby street until I got frostbite.
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I've always had an insatiable desire to experience. Everything and anything. Sometimes twice, just to make sure I really got it. ​
And I've always been creative. But as I grew up, I somehow got trapped in playing other people's games.
I got married, built a career in corporate, and lived to make others happy—to keep them comfortable. I never really took a break.
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Don't get me wrong, it started off fun. But I soon found myself spinning on this wheel of my own making that was moving at an incredible speed, making me so dizzy and unhealthy in so many ways. But inertia kept me in my seat. By the time I was 30, I had a home and 2 investment properties, had fully paid all my education loans, drove a nice car, was virtually debt-free + had about $50K in savings for rainy days. It might not sound like an empire, but it sure felt like one given my childhood was spent in Romania during the early post-Communist years.
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