My life, in the spring of 2016, looked exactly how I thought it should. I went to a good college, realized my childhood dream of playing basketball there, and was now 23 with a solid paycheck, a good girlfriend, and a job coaching high school basketball and teaching math. My life looked good. The only problem? It didn’t feel good.
In the rare pauses between the constant activity there was no denying it: I was unhappy, not at peace, and truthfully had no concept of who I was. I had looked to the world for its opinion of who I should be, but never took the time to listen to myself. So busy trying to get there, I forgot to be here.
So, like Santiago in The Alchemist, I sold my sheep (quit my job), left the girl, and set out on a journey to figure out what my authentic self looked like.
This is the story :)
