I was born on a day of rest—on a Sunday morning at 10:50 am.
Today, I'm turning thirty years old.
I've been alive for 10,957 days (1,565 weeks and 2 days) and, looking at it that way, it might as well make sense to celebrate my 11,000th day on April 1, 2020. Back then in 1990, when I was born, my sister was 1,224 days old. 1
What would you tell your twenty-year-old self? I wanted to ask myself this question today, as I often ask others on the podcast. Let's see what I came up with.
It's hard to find meaning and purpose, and extremely easy to get caught on doing one thing after the other, spanning across years—if not decades—without asking yourself the real question, so I'll keep asking myself, day after day: What do you want to be when you grow up?
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