have a heart to open and disappointments to mend after learning that the life plan I had mapped out for myself might not be right. I had always assumed I wanted to be a New York corporate girl, the girl in the crisply ironed suit you could see chattering about business outside the Lexington Avenue skyscrapers or toasting to freshly completed reports over pricey cosmos in the bars of upper Manhattan. This part of my identity, something I always assumed I…