So I move on, professionally, yet again. Life has always been a panorama for me and I have responded variously to its fleeting glimpses, mostly with excitement and a little bit of trepidation. Would that make me a true blue Gemini? The duality in me has always been thus, the buccaneer in me, always eager to chase the proverbial pot of gold under the rainbow vs the dowager countess in me, unwilling to step out of my comfort zone.
Following the pandemic however and exposure to some wondrous stories of first time entrepreneurs, paralympic participants and geriatric genii on Instagram, I think I might have finally made up my mind to live my life the way I want, without looking back at 70 on my middle aged younger self with condescension and contempt. The one thing in life I dread is the stagnation of routine. It seems a slow poison that seeps into our veins surreptitiously, smothering us with the illusion of a facade that only seems satisfaction.
I've always loved writing. It came to me as spontaneously as breathing. Maybe it's time I awoke to its embrace and put my 'behind in the past' (Lion King Pumba style) to reclaim my calling as a writer of some possibility. Beware of my Gemini duality, however!
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