Through the Windowpane Journal

Finding the me that was never found, but was forgotten during college, careers and adulting. First, I'm not whining. This isn't a sad story. This is a conversation about self-discovery, reinvention and the start of a comeback. Don't be afraid to sit and read awhile. I don't plan to make you cry into whatever beverage you just picked up. But here we go. I, like most young people, dreamed of greatness. I thought by age 30 I would be fit, healthy, confident, flourishing in my career, a multi-millionaire, part of a power couple and raising the newest branch of American royalty. Can we say move over Trumps, Obamas, Bushes and Kennedys, there's a new family in town? Life would be fulfilling, busy and bustling with power, happiness, travel and adventure.  Somewhere along the way, I lost sight of the hustle and what it took to reach what I wanted and who I wanted to be. I let circumstances, fatigue, disappointment and regrets fill the space that should have been consumed wi