As I started the planning process for essay one racking my brain for any incidents that had occurred in my life worth writing about it became clear that I have lived a very mundane life. No crazy vacations, no crazy stories, just the normal girl meets boy, they start a family and lived ever after. I chose my topic, the story of my best friend, a piece of me. I was very scared to write about her. It is just as much her story as it is mine. It was one of the few things that I could write with passion about. Coming to the realization that I have not accomplished half the things I had assumed I would have in my early twenties scared me. I realized I have become complicit in life. No longer am I full of life and adventure. I am safe and calculative,
