At 45 I quit my career with no plan and thought freedom would hand me clarity. Instead, I found impostor voices, restless chaos, and a world that feels unmade for people like me. This is a love letter to being lost—not as failure, but as threshold.
The Wilderness of Lostness
At 45 I quit my career with no plan and thought freedom would hand me clarity. Instead, I found impostor voices, restless chaos, and a world that feels unmade for people like me. This is a love letter to being lost—not as failure, but as threshold.