Every five years I look at my life. It’s not something I schedule. I’ve always rolled my eyes at perfect type “A”s and their five-year plans. “That’s so not me,” I scoff. Except maybe it is.

Every five years I look at my life. It’s not something I schedule. I’ve always rolled my eyes at perfect type “A”s and their five-year plans. “That’s so not me,” I scoff. Except maybe it is.