I’ve heard it over and over again: Your twenties are a time for discovering yourself, for figuring out just who you are. Go ahead and be confused.

I’m confused, sure. But I think things are a bit different in my case. I don’t really ask myself, “Who am I?” I already have a pretty good idea of who I am. (I’m Sara, of course!) What I want to know– and what I catch myself pondering more often– is why I am who I am.