Today was a good day. This weekend I chill and work on my zen garden. Today was a good day. I got hired full-time by an awesome super creative agency in Denver that values my skills and appreciates me. After working 2 months and a half for them, they said I was killing it. It feels good. It is one of my best days of the COVID era, today and the day I decided « Fuck Covid. I move to Tucson to live in a tiny house in the desert ». Eight years ago, I was living in Paris in a shoebox and taking the underground every day to go to work. It was grey sky and rainy for 300 days. Three years ago, I was buried in snow in Denver. Today, I live in the desert where it is sunny all year long and the lowest temperature is 15 degrees celsius aka 50 F. I switched gear in 8 years. Less than a decade.
I am the living proof you can follow your dream and live the life you love. I haven’t been lucky, I worked my ass off and I had really shitty moments of despair. I mean really shitty. But I dit it. I never gave up.
Today, I was proud to tell my parents that at 47 years-old, I was happy and proud of myself. I may not have money in the bank, but I am so rich in experiences and life lessons. I owe no money, I live on my terms and the friends I have are for life. This feels good. I mean really good.
Tucson, April 2021