This is the second time I am writing my story, the first time I was told very frankly by my friends and family that I “shouldn’t be posting stuff like that” for sake of my career and how people see me. I mean, they are probably right, but I have a story to tell.
I’m writing this from a small room in Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam. I’ve only been here a few months and I’m still trying to settle in. After being fired from my job, my life was sent into a spin and I guess this is me picking up the pieces.
I used to work in a prestigious investment company, trying to make it big in corporate. I had no clue how lost and profoundly unhappy I was. All I wanted was money, a big house, a fast car, and a trophy wife.
Fortunately, the universe had other plans for me.
See, before any of this, I had a few transcendental experiences with spirit, and I knew I had touched on something that most people seek their whole lives for… and I was a measly 27 years old.
I dedicated myself to the study of any subject matter related to spiritualism, I opened myself up entirely, and jumped headfirst down the rabbit hole.
And my god what a ride.
Now, I’m in Vietnam; I teach yoga, meditation, and English.
And I have no clue where my life is going.