The Cost of Drifting and the Gift of Purpose

My father was home, but not present. By the time I reached young adulthood, I realized I would have to guide myself. I thought I knew what success looked like—there were milestones, goals that society said defined adulthood. Graduate from college. Get married. Build a career.

So that’s what I did. I went to Central Washington University, intending to study Criminal Justice, but ended up graduating with two degrees—a Bachelor of Arts in Sociology with a minor in Anthropology, and a Bachelor of Science in Social Services with a minor in Philosophy. Check.

I got married. Check.
I began working as a coach for adults with developmental disabilities. Check.

From the outside, I was right on track. But inside? I was lost.