I'm 27 and I freely admit that I have no idea what I'm doing.  That's the cool part about being 27 I think.  You don't have to know anything.  If you're the kind of person who knew from the age of 4 that you were going to be a dentist or a ballerina or a firefighter, then more power to you, but I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up.  On the one hand, it's pretty terrifying, because how am I supposed to prepare for the rest of my life if I have no idea what it's going to look like?  But on the other hand, I have a completely blank slate ahead of me and I can turn it into anything I want.

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I know that I don't care about material objects, lofty career goals, or starting a family.  Those things may be in the cards for me at some point but definitely not any time soon.  I'm just trying to make enough money to survive and afford the kind of life that I would want to live.  It's incredibly freeing in a way.  I don't have to live by anyone else's rules.  I can wake up each morning and make my own rules.  In a way it's taking care of my inner child, because they didn't get everything they needed growing up so now I'm doing my best to live my childhood dreams, just a bit delayed.  I'm not a perfect person by any means, but I try to put a little extra kindness in the world everyday.