Sometimes, I forget what a rare and special life I’ve lived - not consciously or intentionally, but because this is my normal. In some ways, I knew what I wanted very early in life - to see the world, and read all the books in it - which allowed me to pursue it single-mindedly when others around me were just getting themselves sorted out. (On the flip side, I had a harder time than average determining how I could pay bills and still live the way I wanted. No one has it all figured out.) Yesterday, I talked to a colleague about holidays; they just came back and I’m getting ready to go. Our experiences of vacation are antithetical. While I’ve built a life around mine, around opportunities for exploration and discovery, they’ve built a life at home. When I talked about stargazing in Athens, they expressed wonder, and some curiosity, about how things might have been different for them, what experiences they might have had by now, if they’d made different choices. The road less travelled is less travelled for a reason. It’s not easy to go your own way, to diverge from the group. You’ll be expected to defend your decisions often and at length, which means you have to be firm in them. But it’s beautiful. And what I’m learning is that as time goes on, the choices that made you strange become the ones that make you interesting. So this is your sign: be fearless in pursuit of what you love. It will be worth it 🖤 #candvinroma (at Rome, Italy) https://www.instagram.com/p/ChpK-xdL0hw/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=