Just about a year ago, someone told me “stop taking yourself so seriously”.

It was a criticism that I didn’t understand and it stuck with me. Since then I’ve challenged the idea and wondered how in the world was I taking my self so serious? I was just being me. I just assumed for a while that the person that had given me this criticism just didn’t understand my ambitious nature. However, whether that person understood or not was not the point.

After almost a year, it’s finally starting to make sense.

I’m 22 years old and I had a pre-quarter life crisis two weeks ago.

If you’ve heard me recently mutter the words “I don’t know what I want anymore”, yes, you’ve witnessed me in the midst of my pre-quarter life crisis.

I had a goal of becoming a civil engineer and build skyscrapers, but there I was in Calculus 1 and coming to terms with the fact that I’m miserable. All that was running through my head was, “WHY DO I WANT TO BECOME A CIVIL ENGINEER? DO I EVEN