There's Something I Need You To Know

At 46 years of age I find that my dear friend, Mr. Confidence, seems to be missing.  Or has simply left town without warning.  Where is he?  I still need him to get me to where I want to be.  Professionally.  Personally.  Eternally.  I've got to find him.  I can't accomplish a thing without him.  Mr. Confidence...there's something I need you to know.