Prologue: The DriftFor years, I thought I was living well. I had a job, a schedule, a lifethat looked fine on the outside. But on the inside, I felt like apassenger instead of a driver. Days blurred into weeks, weeks intomonths, and though I was "busy, " I couldn't shake the question:Busy doing what?
Prologue: The DriftFor years, I thought I was living well. I had a job, a schedule, a lifethat looked fine on the outside. But on the inside, I felt like apassenger instead of a driver. Days blurred into weeks, weeks intomonths, and though I was "busy, " I couldn't shake the question:Busy doing what?