Ten years ago today, right now, I was probably lying in my bed in Lord Hall on the Gold Coast at Dartmouth, totally stressed out about what I'd do after graduating. I was really worried that the day after graduation I'd wake up at home, not a student, not an employee, with no job prospects on the horizon, and then I'd be -- sigh -- nothing.
Well, here I am, ten years down the line, with a really fun job and lots of random projects going on here and there. But what still remains the same is the feeling of not knowing what comes next -- what I really want to be when I grow up, what I'm going to do be doing when I'm 40, 50, 60. The more things change, the more they stay the same, I suppose. That mild terror (which I kind of thrive on in my old age, ha) never really goes away.