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Hi, I'm Rosie...

Usually these 'about me' pages on blogs tell the reader the person's job, sell products and describe what they have achieved. This is different; I don't want it to be about me but instead the people and world around me.

Frequently I have stopped and asked myself what does it mean to be fulfilled in life? How can I truly live without regrets? I have been journaling my everyday life in sport, learning new skills and work for three years now and whilst I love reflecting on my own thoughts, I want to be able to articulate ideas and stories to share with others. This is where the blog comes in...

For the majority of my gap year I have worked. Everyday has been groundhog day: eat, train, work, sleep and repeat. Something that most are familiar with! It's time for me to get out there and experience the unknown of this huge world rather than watch from behind a screen.

Money can be gained and worked for, but time is not replaceable.

Since young I would mess about with action cameras and edit fun trip videos. It allowed me to live in the moment and then keep those memories to look back on and share with family and friends. I hope to reignite that passion on my travels and inspire others to step out of their comfort zone. There's so much that this big world has to offer, I hope I can just experience some of it. 

 

Join me on my adventures!

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