People around me think I am wonderful. Family counts on me for love and support, friends count on me for good advice and a strong shoulder to cry on. My looks, language and behaviors all tell you that I am confident and in charge of my life. My upbring always makes me be preternaturally jolly and have an optimistic outlook of life. Well, that’s not to say I can’t have a bad day or week: Life happens.

Standing on the cusp of the breaking wave of my life, I look out into the wide horizon and see unknown, uncertainty and undefined. I am standing at Limbo. Perhaps I am naturally allergic to expectations? I am always longing for the flash of inspiration and never feel being fully hit. Perhaps I am too ambitious? Perhaps I concern too much. Then self-awareness tells me that I am a combination of warrior and worrier, a true pain in the ass.