Letter from Sayge Reader There was a time when I could tell you exactly what everyone else thought, needed, wanted, or expected from me, but if you had asked me what I wanted, I might have needed a little longer to answer. I had become so accustomed to looking outside of myself for direction that I didn’t realize how much I had stopped trusting my own voice. I would ask for advice when I already knew what I wanted to do. I would second-guess decisions that felt right because someone else had...