So I'm still learning, and I've got the general feeling of I don't belong here, that I hear is common among people in talented disciplines. The worst part of it is that I'm not sure one way or another if I'm just insecure, or should be doing something different.
One thing I know is that most people don't know what they want to do for the rest of their life, until it's mostly over. I also know that part of the reason to feel like this is that risk like this is hard to judge until afterward.
Unlike Robert Frost's narration I'm actually taking a road less traveled. He did take a road less traveled but the poem's personage didn't.
In other news the newspaper is dying and I'm pushing it into the coffin.
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