This is neither the correct “Day 10” (about a week late) nor my most guarded secret. But it is something I grapple with every day. I’m 26 and I still don’t know what I want to do with my life. I enjoy a lot of things, but I’ve always felt that I’m not that great at the things I really love. Somehow, I’m fantastic at the things I get no enjoyoment from, like being a journalist. I have two BAs that I don’t think I really “use” because I don’t have the heart to be a reporter and have too many personal conflicts with basic principles of the field. So now I’m about to finish grad school and when people ask me what I want to do … I’m not really sure. The only thing I really know is that I want to work with students and I want to help people. They’re amazing to be around, and I really want to help them navigate the college environment, red tape and all. I wish I had figured this out 5 years ago, but … such is life.