One of my middle school teachers, long after middle school became nothing more than a distant memory, told me I should write a book about my life. Of course, I replied with a laugh. What was there to write about? I haven't done anything worth writing about. I'm just a young adult, trying to figure out how to navigate through life. I'm not a celebrity. I'm not a genius. I haven't won anything, unless you count the one time I, by default of too few participants, "won" Denver Nuggets tickets in a college pumpkin carving contest. Who would want to read anything about me? I'm haven't done anything that isn't rather ordinary. Yes. I have achieved what I would consider rather ordinary. I graduated from high school. I graduated with a college degree. And now I work in the "real world." That seems like a pretty "standard" life, at least in terms of what we expect a journey through life to be in our society. Why is it that my m...