However I got here, I already feel like I have a better grasp of my purpose. And I am definitely a woman who needs a purpose. A purpose and a pile of paperwork. Nerdy confession—I secretly love paperwork. There’s something so satisfying about the inky smell of a contract, still warm from the printer. I’m guessing it will be even better when it’s a brilliant contract that I negotiated. Hopefully, I’ll have one of those coming soon.