I wouldn’t be one of those foolish people who insists they’d like to be surprised. I would look at my future, constantly. I’d gaze at it whenever I was feeling stressed or overwhelmed or hopeless. I could live my life. I could breathe easy. I’d do all the work required to get there, and none of the work that would be wasting my time, dragging me down a dead-end path. I could save myself so much heartache, and heartbreak, and disappointment if I only knew. I’m an overplanner, and to only be able to see so far into my future kills me. What if I’m preparing wrong? What if I’m not polishing the right skills? What if I’m wasting my time and my money and my youth?

I am in dire need of a crystal ball.