I've been alive 8,884 days. That's about 213,216 hours. That's about 25 million heartbeats.
By the time I hit 50 million heartbeats, I'll be dead (or in my 90's). That's a lot of heartbeats.
I just filled out my FAFSA. Fifteen minutes. It's so much easier when you're 24.
Here's the plan: take pre-requisite courses for a year, non-degree seeking. Get that shit out of the way quick. Be in nursing school next year. Take my licensing exams a year and a half later. I'll figure out the rest when I get there. I've already proven my intellectual chops once, honors with thesis. I had fun playing Cincinnatus in the fields, but after a while, I found the soil sandy and full of weeds.
Damn, it feels good to have long-term goals again, goals based on decision-making that doesn't involve me asking myself, "Which option sucks less?"