I am 31 years old and still have no idea what I want to be when I grow up. There seems to be not enough time for everything. My mother (my best friend) just passed away suddenly and completely unfairly. Beyond the incredible, aching, paralyzing grief and loss I feel and am trying to work through (with help from this blog)this means at least two things 1) mortality has hit me square on the head and I feel an immense pressure to find my path. 2) The first immense pressure is accompanied by a pressure to make my mother proud, to be all the wonderful things she was sure I could be.I'm not sure of much just yet except that I have to start somewhere. I think I've narrowed things down to cooking, photography and writing. All of this you will find here, along with my journey through the loss of my best friend in the world.