Eighteen months ago, I was living life by the script most of us are taught. Go to university, get a reputable career, buy a house, settle down, get married, have kids...you know how it goes.
And on the surface, I had it all: a six-figure salary in venture capital, my own London flat, a great social life. I was continuously busy, notoriously difficult to pin down, and my schedule was typically booked up at least a month in advance. Underneath it all, though, there was a niggling feeling that something wasn't right.
My life lacked purpose, and every day was the same. Wake up, commute, work, go to the gym, maybe go on a Tinder date, commute, go to bed. I had grown sick of this routine, and I didn't want to look back in 30 years riddled with regret. With that, I took the ultimate risk. I handed in my notice to move to Uganda, East Africa, where I'd work to run a charity and co-found my own business.