So many friends and associates are quarter-lifeing hard lately. Advice, repeated weekly, begins to feel fake in propagation. Diminished by repetition.

It works out with time and an open mind. You always have choices. At least you know what you don't want and are being honest with yourself now instead of fifteen years from now. Life is way too short. What is necessary is a solid Plan B. Sometimes the point is not to be with someone forever, it's to develop your capacity to have relationships. What's the worst possible outcome of this situation?

It feels ridiculous to offer solace from this position because I'm still so green (I almost wrote Wet Behind The Ears, also possibly true), and everything is in motion. The past decade is a chronology of oscillations, shakes where the wheels didn't come off and instead the mechanics changed to use the motion further forward. But it's still on the ground, not airborne. yet.

I think if I ever did another degree it would be in physics. I used to think art history. Maybe physics with an art history minor - imagine that perspective (at the same time there's no real desire to go back to lecture halls and overhead slides, so this is idle thought on a day with an unappealing report in the works).