I joke that I have an existential crisis about every three months, but it's kind of true. This month it hit me again. That panicky feeling in my chest. The racing thoughts in my head. What am I even doing?! Who am I?! Mostly because I've had, what seems like, countless people casually ask me the same question over and over again.
What do you want to do with your life?
I feel paralyzed when people ask me this. Is there even a correct response? I'm not sure there's any one thing I will be doing for the rest of my life. I may be a 32 year old wife and mother, but in many ways I'm a 19 year old frat boy (mainly my eating habits and my fear of commitment).Read More