I am two days away from turning thirty years old and I can’t help but feel incomplete. I remember when I was in my early 20s and thinking "By 30 I will have my stuff together." Whenever I thought of my 30 year self, I thought of being a successful therapist, mom of two, happily married, traveling and possibly be a public and/or a motivational speaker. I didn’t ask for much but even the simple things that I thought would be obtainable is far from my reach at this point. I know, I know, trust me I know, that life is unpredictable and you can’t plan your life around the unexpected, but I guess I thought things would be different. I can’t help but think of a line from the show Shameless when Lip said, "I just need someone to say screw (keeping it PG) it. This kid deserves a chance." I just needed a chance to choose me instead of choosing others, say no when I said yes, trust the process rather than resisting, trying to control the uncontrollable, and again choose me bec...