After undergrad was over, the end of graduate school seemed all so far away. Now that it’s been over a year, it’s quickly coming to an end, when it feels like it just began. It’s ridiculous how fast a year can go by, and how much can change. This whole idea of facing “the future” is daunting. Narrowing down the options. Making a choice. It’s intimidating.

Teacher? MD? Mother? PhD? Artist (wanna-be)? Vineyard owner? Tea shop owner? A student forever?

Does passion lead to success? How do you define success?

Confused, big-time.