At 14, I imagined that I’d someday be a sports reporter.
By 16, I dreamed I’d own a bakery.
And by 18, I decided I’d become a counselor.
At 30, I’m technically none of those things. That fact threw me off-kilter more than a few times over the last decade. I spent many restless moments struggling with the feeling that I hadn’t quite achieved what I once envisioned I would. Continue reading