I have had a number of alarming conversations lately. Although I’ll always be the quiet one in a room of Type-A’s, when I do talk, I can usually make people very comfortable. I’ll calm the crazy. Quell the aggressive. Have something to get off your chest? That is where I come in. More than a few people have opened up to me lately about their struggles – particularly in relationships, either long-term or non-existent. Apparently, my terrible-on-paper track record makes me an expert? Obviously complex, it seems that identity is at the root of these issues – either losing it or feeling hopeless in finding it. Abundant confusion. I’m also faced with these struggles as I re-enter the dating world at a turtle’s pace. I obsess over it and want to help my friends. It’s my new mission.