One of the weird things about getting older is that you tend to forget who you were before. You take one step at a time as you evolve and change, and the unimportant things tend to disappear while the more dominant traits emerge. So as the year comes to an end, I’ve been reflecting on who I was ten years ago, and what happened to that college girl so excited to work at a job I was good at and write at night? I was that girl reading all the books, taking only the classes that caught my eye, drinking as much coffee as I could handle, and only worrying…