I have a confession to make. I'm 35 years old and I don't know where I am headed in life. I thought that I would have it all “together” by this point, but it seems as though I know very little about the passing of time. On the outside, it seems like most people around me have it all figured out, but secretly I hope that they are just as lost as I am. The world is big, beautiful, but oh, so terrifying at the same time.

It would be a load of BS if I lied and said that I haven't been worried about my direction, because it has caused so many sleepless nights. Laying there, knowing that I could be doing so much, wasting my potential, yet there is a huge part of me that doesn't know how to get it started. I know that...

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