I started my blog in July 2013 when my life was on the verge of big changes. I just closed the door on my life’s most exhilarating chapter. I was a tumble weed blowing in the wind. I packed up only enough clothes to fit in two suitcases, and gladly ditched the rest of the noise in search of a better self. Instead of a better self, I found myself. I found myself in Dublin, Ireland in a picturesque flat with a brilliant Irish gentleman, above a liquor store, across from a traditional pub, next to the Prime Minister’s flat and in the center of it all. I plunged headfirst into a MBA program at the quaint Trinity College Dublin, established by Queen Elizabeth I and looks as if it was straight out of the pages of a Harry Potter novel. At 25, I was the youngest in my class and had a lot to prove. With my head in the clouds and feet on the ground, I pranced around Ireland like Hermione exploring peninsulas, beaches, whiskey distilleries, pubs, bed and breakfasts, cliffs and castles with my accounting books. When I wasn’t knee deep in whiskey listening to traditional Irish music in dingy but delightful pubs, I was proving my worth by presenting to executives at Dublin Airport Authority and interviewing founders of whiskey distilleries. I left Ireland on a high, feeling accomplished after realizing that I could pull my own weight and play with the big kids. With my rising confidence, I set off on a solo journey across Eastern Europe before landing back on solid ground in the United States. I successfully navigated through unknown territories in foreign tongues from Krakow, to Prague, to Vienna, to Zagreb, while increasing the risk by driving vespas to take in the sights of city centers. I loved nothing more than to awaken in a strange city and find myself sipping exquisite cappuccino in an ageless square devouring a good book.
After finishing my gone with the wind chapter, I turned the page and found myself submerged in the next. In a blink of the eye, I settled in our nation’s great capital juggling a new job, new goals, new friends and a new challenge. I’ve never been scared of any challenge in my short lifetime, for I’ve overcome the trepidation of skydiving in the swiss alps, living in two different foreign countries and traveling most of continental Europe. At 26, I was invincible until I heard my doctor utter, “You have cancer.” I started this blog to share my challenge, inspire others and as a reminder to myself in the future of my strength.