If you're wondering, I still don't have a plan. Everyday is still fraught with some navel-gazing existential crisis. I still think about moving to the sea and getting a dog. I'm sure I'll finish that novel and change the world. But if I do those things, it won't be so other people can perceive me as successful. It'll be so I can find some modicum of unspoilt happiness, and in quiet moments of reflection, I can say "Gee. I'm really something."