Dropping out of law school. Up until that point, my life was heading smoothly in a pre-established, perfectly reasonable, albeit somewhat boring direction. I wa

Dropping out of law school. Up until that point, my life was heading smoothly in a pre-established, perfectly reasonable, albeit somewhat boring direction. I was doing everything "right" and thus my future was bright. But things went south quickly after my first semester of law school. I realized how little I had actually examined what I wanted out of life. I started questioning more, resisting more. I got severely depressed. I slogged through spring of 1L and a summer internship, and then I just never went back for 2L. This was the first moment I exercised real autonomy. It spurred an enormous period of growth and reflection, that I'm still in today (and believe will never end, really).