I've walked this path for 6ish years. 2 years longer than I ever expected. 1 year more than I definitely really expected.
I think back to those first few years of this journey and laugh at how young I was. How naive I was. At all of the things I did wrong. The experiences I missed out on. How none of this really turned out how I expected it to.
But that's life. You can plan all you want but no where does it say you are guaranteed things will go how you want them to.
If I've learned anything in six years, besides lots of history and how to get a minor in English while rarely reading the assigned books, it's to stop planning and start living.
I have no earthly idea what I'll be doing a year from now. I only hope it's not living in a gutter somewhere. The uncertainty is giving me hives, but I'm also learning to embrace how exhilarating it can be.