Meals came regularly; sleep came way too often.  And inspiration?  Not at all.  And unfortunately, today was no different.  It didn't help that the inspiration that she needed was of the life-changing variety.  Should she follow her mother and sister into a career that changed lives and made a difference?  Should she go back to the cruel world that she had so recently left behind--one where, yes, there was fame, sure, there was fortune, but was there meaning?  Or should she choose neither, continuing instead to sponge off her over-generous parents?

Oh, the pressure!  It was too much!  "Why me?" she shouted above the whir of the air conditioner.  "Why is my life so hard?"