The summertime has always been a season of change for me in my life. As a typical millennial, I have changed jobs and career pathways a few times already, and the summer is always the time that this seems to happen. Despite this slight added stress, I have been immensely enjoying my time in Detroit with the BBQs, the beautiful views and the occasional brew or two.

I have also been contemplating, yet again, the process of figuring out “what I want to do with my life.”

This question has been repeated again and again since I was in elementary school and it never ceases to strike a strange chord in me. I’ve never been a person who grew up knowing that, for example, animals were my passion and I was going to be a veterinarian no matter what. I envy those people. The ones who may not see the way, but they see the destination.

Those people are few and far between, I believe, and more of us are in a sort of mild haze. I know the direction I want to go, and the directions I definitely don’t want to go, but I am very open and willing to see what the future brings and to be along for the ride.