A few months ago, I was standing in this dingy, little bathroom of the remote Canadian ski resort I worked at, getting ready for another day on the slopes. Late as always, I was rushing through my skincare when I suddenly noticed something. There were faint little dots all over my face.
Freckles.
I’ve had a few of those on my nose my whole life, however this time they were all over my face. Faint, but there.
At this ski resort, I was a snowboard instructor, meaning I spent much of my day outside. As the months went on, my freckles became more noticeable and numerous.
Freckles aren’t necessarily special or life-changing. Yet to me, they were the most evident indicator I’ve had to date that I am on the right path.
That is something I haven’t felt like in a long time.
I went to university for four years and got my Bachelor of Science, after which I worked in a London office for a year, trying to build my career. My degree, and life in London after, made me anxious and even depressed at times, yet I believed that this was the path to success.
