Travelling the world didn’t help me figure out what I want to do with my life.

week after my college graduation, I boarded a 14-hour flight to Paris brimming with excitement at exploring Europe for the first time.

I’m a planner.

I chose my niche, mapped out what to do every summer, played by my strengths, and almost signed a contract to accept work for a multi-national insurance company.

Ideally, I was starting my first “real world” job a few weeks after the end of my month-long trip as a management trainee. Y’know, the fancy schmancy car, 50k a month salary, and a lifetime of networking opportunities.

“That was my plan.”

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