One day in August, I dangled my feet outside a hotel window in San Francisco. I had a coffee in my hand and the city breeze in my hair. Sometimes I think about those moments by the bay with great nostalgia. But then I remember that I'm only 24 years old with a whole life ahead of me. I'm right where I'm supposed to be.
A wise woman with great shoes once said, "So just live, make mistakes and have wonderful times, but never ever second guess who you are, where you have been and most importantly where it is that you are going."