ΔS For the first 15 years of my life I had little to no direction. When asked what I loved, or what I wanted to be when I was older, I would either stutter searching for an answer, or confess to what currently held my attention. I’ve had fits of different momentary obsessions, at various times believing that some singular thing was definitely what I loved more than anything. When I was five it was ballet- I stayed in the...