There’s something about the Brant Street Pier in Burlington that always calls me back. Maybe it’s the way it curves into Lake Ontario like a soft little wave, or maybe it’s just the peace it brings. Either way, it’s one of my favorite places to breathe, reset, and just be.

I used to have a pretty specific idea of how life was supposed to look by now. There was a timeline in my head, one I assumed everyone else was following too — with the major milestones checked off in just the right order. I figured by this point, I’d have more certainty, more clarity, maybe even a few more answers.