Absolutely one of the best 7 minute reads (yeah it takes me a little bit when I’m soaking it all in) for me this month. I’m thirty two (squared) and have always wondered when I was going to lock in on that sense of purpose that most seem to discover when they’re young. Like you Stella, I’ve cruised through life with different aspirations on what I wanted to do with myself and now that I look back I realize, that I did what I wanted to do, made the choices I felt I needed to make, and in essence lived my life in accordance to the will of my passions, dreams and desires. I never ended up in jail (close one time, but that’s for another story) and raised a wonderful family, and there were times when I sat back to enjoy a good cigar and a glass of wine, pleased with what I did and how I did it. But there has always been that “what if” moment lurking in the depths of my brain, a lust for satisfying that “is this all there is for me?” itch. Back in 2006, I decided to scratch that itch and published a book and then it hit me. I knew what I wanted to do when I grew up. Not just be. I will always be P.G. Barnett a loving father, and a pretty damned good husband (okay, okay, I know — my humble opinion) who is still madly in love with his wife, but what finally sunk in was what I wanted to do. I wanted to write, not necessarily create the next great American novel, or become an instant overnight success, I just wanted to write my stories and feed the passion. So, like you I will continue to make my own damn choices and live out my days traveling the pathway of my own choosing, but these days I’ll be writing stories based on the life experiences of my trip. Yea!