Jack Kerouac put it best: “I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop.”
At this point, the borders of my comfort zone are so blurred and distorted that I couldn’t begin to identify them, unless you ask me in Colombian costeño Spanish because I’d probably answer you before I knew what I was doing. I currently spend my days wrangling volunteers, playing rugby, drinking juice and changing my mind about career paths (I thought I’d have “it” figured out by now. I don’t. ) I’m physically incapable of small talk, I don’t like movies and sometimes I’m a dictator but always with good intentions.