I think it’s easy to forget as a middle-aged that the beginning of something as nebulous as a career is daunting. I look ahead to taking classes and what I want to do next and just feel like “well, I’ll get there soon enough” with no real sense of pressure or hunger because I’m confident I’ll achieve it, but two decades ago I was absolutely DONE with classes and studying and ready to get on with work and paychecks and having some sense of adult accomplishment because no advice or kind words from older folks would make me believe that everything would be alright.