I travel a lot. I quit my job if I’m unhappy. I make snap decisions because I don’t like to waste my time.
I’m realizing as I get older just how much energy I’m losing every year. I know that once I start building a family, I’m not going to have the ability (or the vitality) to road trip through New Zealand or blow off work for The Ellen Show. That’s why I’m tackling my bucket list in my twenties.
I understand that I’m approaching life in a somewhat irresponsible way. Trust me, my thoughts are constantly battling questions like “Should I be saving for retirement?” or “What if I miss out on a huge career opportunity because I decided to take on a Scandinavian winter?”