If you knew me, one of two things would happen. You would either LOVE me or HATE me. I have found that there is no in between and rightfully so. As “out-of-the-box” I would like to think I am, the reality is this: The older I get the less I know myself. I’ve hit a pivotal moment in my mature 20-something years. I’m on a quest to find the real me. The “me” that the world would see if I didn’t have a 9-5 job and bills to pay…the me that lives with no boundaries or excuses for being myself.