I’ll never forget the day I told my parents I was going to sell my house and everything I owned, quit my ‘career’ job, and travel around the world.
My mom cried. My dad thought I was throwing my life away and everything I’d worked for.
I was 27 years old. Seemingly, I had life by the you-know-whats. I had a great job, my own house, and a car that impressed beautiful women. There was just one problem:
I wasn’t happy.