Ten years to live.
A coach once gave me this question that has plagued me ever since: If you had 10 years, how would you want — really, truly — to live? Who would you be with? What would you be doing? Back in my early twenties, I hated this question. I encountered a similar version it in scholarship interviews and job applications (“What do you want to do in ten years?” How the heck am I supposed to know the future, let alone what I want to do in it?) What I didn’t appreciate then is this: if you don’t know, then finding out has to be the answer. “What is it that you want to do with this one wild, precious life?” as the poet Mary Oliver wrote.