For the first time in my life, I have been given a blank slate. 

For the twenty something in me, it was pretty much the dream life: easy office job in the day, playing music at night. What could be better? Wake up, comb your hair on the drive to work, do a little data entry, change your clothes in the office bathroom, devour a protein bar on the way to  Doyle Fagan O’Reilly’s Irish Bar, play a few Eagles songs to the adorning locals, take a ten minute detour to find the closest 24 hour Dunkin Donuts on the…