I closed my eyes blew out my birthday candle, and made a wish that looked like something similar to a spreadsheet. I had just turned 28, and the only thing on my mind was my career. Where will I be in September, what will my life look like by January, where will I be living by my birthday next year. "Where will I be" became a benchmark for my advancement. How naive I was to think I had control of any of that. This lack of control threw me off balance. Trying to find my feet I was forced to live in the present and test new waters. While adjusting my footing I learned new perspective, I met lovely people, and slowly stepped onto higher ground without a spreadsheet in sight. Twenty nine. Growing up is a wonderful feeling. And for once, I'm just excited to enjoy it for everything that it is.