What seems cruelly ironic about this is I think that unknowingly I've been depending on the next great stage of life to line itself up after graduate school. At conferences, in discussion with old friends and peers, reading the news, I feel like I'm always on the watch for what will be next for me. Some clue of what the future holds. Now, unlike in the past, I have no plan for what will come next. I have no solid answer for my plans after grad school, though I usually make something up about getting a job. (A plan that seems less and less likely every time I read the news.)
I have to wonder, was there a point to planning? Will life just go the right way if I work hard and keep myself open to new directions? Or was having the plan an important part of being redirected to where I am now?