I’m going to be 53 years old next week and by my culture’s standards, I’m a failure.

I don’t own my own home, I don’t have investments and pension pots, I don’t have a fancy job title and big salary, and my credit rating is non-existent, as I don’t have loans or credit cards.

But I wake up when I want and spend my days doing work I love that is helping others too. I spend a lot of time walking at the beach and in the woods and up mountains and by lochs. Sitting with cups of tea and watching the birds. And I’m investing in expanding my mind and consciousness.

And, most importantly, my life is filled with love and laughter.

I don’t feel like I’m failing at anything.

Perspective is everything. 💙