Your own experience keeps taking you towards something. My book adds the hope that it's a better something.
Every job I've ever gotten has been an accident. All the jobs I actually go after, I don't get.
I spent most of my life locked in my bedroom, miserable about my raging acne.
I grew up with too much freedom. You can't define yourself.
Everyone has flaws. It's a matter of finding the ones you can live with.
It occurred to me, when I was old enough to make rules of my own, that they should be fair and simple.