I am almost 29. I have a good job, and gotten plenty of recognition for what I'd call my career. I have all the physical possessions that I will ever need or want. I've run a few marathons, given a graduation speech, taught a college course, traveled more than most, lived in a few countries and have gotten to do pretty much whatever I set my mind to. I am training for an Ironman, because it seemed like something one should do in their 20s. I am healthy, moderately hansom and really can't complain about anything at all. Most people who I love are alive and well. And my cat is cooler than your dog. I've found nothing but good fortune in my life. But I haven't found myself. I am almost 29. And for the first time, will make the time, to find myself.