I have been a rebel my entire life. In fact, my husband at times teases me for my resistance to authority, categorization and commitment. Mine is not the in-your-face rebellion that word brings to mind, it’s more of a subtle refusal to slip into any one category for people’s comfort. So, it would make sense…

Ten years ago, I was a college graduate working my first real job during the country’s financial crisis. I was living back at home with my parents, nursing a fresh breakup and insecure. It was not the adulthood I had pictured during high school or college.