A few years ago, I made a life-changing decision. I knew there were happy people in the world, pursuing their dreams, working "jobs" that were more like passions, and enjoying every moment.
Our friends and family thought we were crazy when they found out we were moving to Colombia. We left "perfectly good" jobs... Sold our house, cars, and most of our stuff... What were we thinking?
One of the reasons I moved to Medellín, Colombia is because I hate winter. I hate everything about it (except the holidays). I hate driving in snow and ice, having cold feet for six months, scraping my windshield, praying I will make it home, and not end up in a ditch. You get the picture.
Before moving overseas, I spent 23 years working as an attorney specializing in litigation. My life was full of angry people and I was required to keep track of every minute of my day so my firm could bill the clients. I was basically living at the courthouse, and had very little time to relax or live my life. Then there was years of bitter cold and extreme snowfalls each winter in Northern Illinois.