Trying to Define Fulfillment at Twenty-One (I'm Still Working on It)
I don't have my life figured out. Shocker. I know that probably isn't the profound opening statement you were hoping for, but it's the truth. Then again, I'm not entirely convinced anyone has their life figured out. Some people are just better at making it look that way. They have color-coded Google Calendars, matching luggage sets, and social media posts explaining their “5-9 after their 9-5”. Meanwhile, I'm over here trying to figure out how five months of my life are supposed to fit into...