If you had asked me 10 years ago who I was, I would have had an answer for you. I was the girl who jumped out of airplanes, camped across Southern Africa, partied all night, danced until the sun came up and went to work mere hours later only to do it all over again the next week.
I had big dreams and lofty goals, to see every corner of the world, to touch every peak I could, to own cottages and properties in far flung exotic locales and jet off on a whim.
I was kicking ass in my career, winning accolades and admiration from colleagues and awards from industry peers.
I had it all together. Or so it seemed.
Things just stopped. Changed?
And I was in a confused state.
My name wasn't Kathryn anymore.