I don’t think any version of myself has had the future figured out more than 10 year old me. Honestly, thinking beyond today sends me into a panicking spiral from which there is no escape. So I can’t think about how I’m supposed to be job hunting, or towards the end of my big project, or what comes next after posting this comic. All’s I can think about is hitting the “publish” button and going to bed. Although, actually, if I think too hard on even that much I might start spiraling. Sorry, 10 year old self! You haven’t made it as a writer, but you certainly are a mess! Yay??