As a 16-year-old, my future was crystal clear when I looked ahead. I was certain that I was called to create. In my innocence, I had no idea that the pathway to purpose would be a roller coaster of failures, emotions, wonder, and wandering before ending up in the right place. Younger me envisioned success as sitting on a terrace in Italy painting the clouds. No responsibilities, just time. So full of expectancy. So full of faith that I would end up exactly where I wanted to be.
I was heavily...