I fill my days with all kinds of things that bring money and certainty. Everyone tells me that ‘I’ve done well for myself’ – but deep down, my accomplishments feel like nothing because I’m not being myself. I’m an inauthentic version of me doing what everyone else thinks I should be doing. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. I had bigger dreams. Bigger goals. Bigger plans. Bigger everything. When did I throw it all away? Why did I throw it all away?