I have a problem. I want to do all of the things. And go to all of the places. And meet all of the people. And take all of the classes. And eat all of the foods. And make all of the art. I hate when people ask What’s your plan? because of the list of the 5000 places I want to go and things I want to do, I don’t think you have the time or patience to hear me ramble off more than 2 of them. And yet even that short telling won’t do justice to all of my farfetched dreams. There’s a lot I want to do and see and be, so whenever I sit down to figure out this whole “next step” thing, I get so distracted by all of my interests and end up getting sidetracked or regretting, at least for some period of time, what I pick. There are so many exciting things to do in this life! But whatever I pick is always what I’m supposed to be doing and where I’m supposed to be for whatever length of time, so I just need to stop being anxious about the short time I was given and live it instead. Que sera, sera.