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  • A lot of the time, I have no clue what I'm doing.
  • Maybe none of us do, but when I was a kid, I assumed that somewhere out there in the world of grownups and jobs, cars and checking accounts, someone was in charge. Maybe the president, maybe my principal, I didn't know, but someone had to have the answers to life.

    My parents seemed to have a handle on things. They kept us safe, dressed, and fed with a roof over our heads. They told us when to go to bed, when to get up and dressed, and how many days we needed to wait until Christmas. They got us to the doctor when we were sick. They got us to school, swimming lessons, and tap, and they came to our recitals.

    My parents divorced when I was young, but I didn't take that as a sign they had made a mistake. I figured that they decided they didn't belong together anymore so they wouldn't be. Whatever came next would come next and someone would tell me what to do and my role in it.

    For the most part, they did.

    As I grew older, I reconsidered my blind faith in life. I was never a rebel (and I am still not today), but I realized that I was more likely to get what I wanted if I went out and got it for myself. I got things done.

    These days, I know that there really isn't a single right answer. Nobody's in charge. There is no permanent record, answer key, or plan. We are all just figuring things out as we go.
  • Sometimes, I fail.
  • And sometimes, I don't.
  • I figure, "That's life."
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