She told me she was fine but that she was confused, and I wonder if we’re ever really anything more than that. So I told her the only thing I was certain of, and that was, it is more than okay to be confused – to not know what you want – to not understand your own self. Perhaps we feel that more often than we don’t. Perhaps some of us just don’t really care about the confusion. But I feel it everywhere. And I know that much of our anxiety stems only from uncertainty, and yet, we are constantly, living, breathing, full of uncertainty. Getting to the point where you feel okay with that, is never simple. So again, I must remind you, it is more than okay, to be completely and utterly confused – it just never feels that way.