In a past life, I was likely a wandering bard. For a few schillings, I recounted epic battles next to roaring fires: my cloak torn from sleeping under the stars, my shoes worn from broken trails and my warped mandolin sadly out of tune.
And I loved every moment.
In this life, I left the world of corporate law to manage a health clinic and spend as much time as possible with my family.
And I still love every moment.