Just when I think I have my Self all figured out, I change my mind again. My heart and my brain still feel to be pulling in different directions. One wants to save the world, and the other wants to retreat away from it all, possibly build a little bubble like community, a “back to the land” commune with a nearby surf break. I have had mixed reviews on how others experienced being 25. For some it was the worst year ever, or a memorable one, possibly transformative, or they maybe would rather not talk about it. 25 years of age is said to be a confusing time (according to the top hits on google) maybe because your realizing your adultness, but often haven’t got it sorted yet. My half birthday is…