Q: What happens when you’re several years into a career you thought you’d love, you hit a wall, and realize you’re not in the right place?

A: You start looking for something new.

At the tender age of 27, I find myself at a new juncture. I’ve left my job, I don’t have my next steps set in stone, and I’ve got nothing but options. I think to myself that this is a fantastic opportunity for me, that it will be great to have some time to myself, blah, blah, blah. And while all of that is true, quite honestly, it’s pretty terrifying. Not necessarily in a bad way, but it’s almost overwhelming to have too many options.

In trying to figure out what’s next on tap for me, I realized that what I fill my days with is 100%, entirely, solely a product of me. All causes and effects, all actions and reactions, all zigs and zags. It’s all me. Yikes! So I’ve bumped up my creativity. Partially because I’m just bored, but also because I want to figure out what I like to do and what I’m capable of. I’ve tried new recipes, started/failed/completed a ridiculous amount of Pinterest projects, found new sources of inspiration, and an embarrassing amount of Netflix. But ya know what, it’s all a part of the process. And as much as I like to control things and know the outcome, I’m starting to embrace this new in-between thing I’m in.

So, in light of this newfound sense of exploration and opportunity, I’ll take a piece of wisdom from Beryl Markham’s West With The Night: “Because I am curious. Because I am incorrigibly, now, a wanderer.”

Here goes!