I have a theory. That most 30-somethings are experiencing an ego death and not even realising it.

It is almost as though we woke up one morning, took a sip of our coffee and realised that they have built their self-identity around societal expectations.

They have then proceeded to think.

Who am i now?

Who am I outside of suit jails and water cooler conversations?

My brain hurts when I think about it. But I am about 99.99% sure that I experienced an ego death when I had a sip of my iced coffee last Friday.

It felt like a purge of the soul and I felt myself leave my body and simply observe. I observed how much I was letting everything tax the spark that once existed freely in me.

I observed how pedantic I had become over material gains. How obsessive I had become over timelines that never really existed.

and it was in that moment that I felt the purge take place.

It felt uncomfortable in my chest and my tongue felt dry.

But in that moment I made a promise to myself, that everytime something felt unnatural to me. I would go ahead and give it a shot anyway. I wouldn’t just stop and smell the roses,I would reverse Google image the heck out of it and learn some cool facts.

But most of all. I decided that my blog is no longer going to be a curated feed. It is going to be a digital diary of my weirdest most absurd thoughts.

and boy am I excited to take you on this journey with me.