I’ve always had a keen sense of direction. It came naturally. The path from A to B is logical, clear, defined. If you follow the route, you receive what you were promised — your final destination. One thing is for certain; I didn’t inherit my affinity for directions from my mother. I can’t begin to count the number of times, a little late and a very misguided, my mom would exclaim while driving “we aren’t lost, we’re on an adventure!”

I’ve always had a keen sense of direction. I aced APs in high school. I went to a great college. I majored in business, and I learned to code. I went into consulting with one of the most recognizable names in the space. I made the leap to a successful start up. The pattern of my path seems to be a commonality in my generation, as present as the 405 in an route through LA.

I’ve always had a keen sense of direction, but my internal navigation is stuck on “Rerouting…” This feeling is new. Point B is my 25th birthday and the directions say I’ll arrive in 48 hours, but I don’t feel like I’m anywhere close to reaching my destination. I think I might have missed a turn along the way. I might be a little lost, but I’m learning to enjoy the pause of adventure.