In the event, it took me months to actually make up my mind, commit, and apply. I think the reason I hesitated was that I hadn’t made any significant life decisions since I chose which medical school to go to as a teenager—and even that was mostly because I was impressed with the curly fries in the Student Union Hall. Age twenty-five was the first point I actually got to make an active decision in the Choose Your Own Adventure book of my life.
