During a lively and enjoyable conversation last night, I think it was revealed why I presently experience such professional divisiveness, waffling from options as varied as medical school to law school.
What I am encountering now as a 29 year-old is not unlike the struggle of so many 19 year-olds, freshly graduated from high school.
For a decade I had been convinced, though sometimes secretly, that I would achieve a career in the Army Special Forces and ride that out through retirement.
That ambition, though relatively close to becoming reality at one point, was ultimately vanquished as mere fantasy last spring.
So then, suddenly, I was facing a world of professional opportunity without, perhaps, the wisdom to choose rightly.
In other words, the situation typical to a 19 year-old, though in my case, delayed by ten years or so.
Hardly a bad spot to be in.
I've only achieved incremental progress. I have noticed that my excitement is greatest for one option. And that same option is the one most regularly recommended to me to pursue. Progress, no?
I have a feeling next year will be an interesting one.