Just a few years ago, I found myself in the uncomfortable role of a brand-spanking new empty nester. And boy, it wasn’t pretty... (but then again, when is it ever?) I was filled with self-doubt, and was quite frankly, flailing. Up until that moment when my two kids flew the coop, I’d been a stay-at-home mom for almost 18 years. I hadn’t been out in the “real world” for what seemed like a lifetime, and I had no idea what my next move should be. I was in desperate need of “more” but had no clue what that was going to look like and how to make it happen. The feeling was paralyzing.