Counting My Eggs

Though I hate to admit it, I am eerily similar to my parents.  It is easy to see how personality traits have been handed down through my genetic makeup: the bouts of batshit craziness I occasionally have  (See strong black women, example 1 & example 2) and the awesomely unfortunate habit of counting my eggs before they hatch.

On a daily basis, I imagine a ridiculous amount of scenarios that borderline on chronic daydreaming.  Ever gone on a first date with me?  I planned out our entire life, counting for a dramatic breakup and a marriage with three children and a golden retriever (gift from my stepmom for the kids, obvs.). 

This habit is AWESOME if you are a teacher.  I was able to backwards design like a mother fucker and plan all of my students' reactions/able to differentiate instruction like a badass.  Shit, Luis Alberto is awesome at the shapes.  I need to get him an extenstion activity....fuckin' Luis Alberto.  But, I haven't stepped inside a classroom in several months, so my habit has just become decidedly less awesome.

All of a sudden, I am trying to decide whether I should:

a.) continue with my current job

b.) continue with my current job, until the summer when I can quit and do some medical tourism

c.) quit my current job and apply for jobs that are in the more comfortable range of 50,000 (salary comparison for friends:  NYC 80-100k equivalent, Boston 65k, DC: 70-85k)

d.) go to graduate school (H-to the arvard.  or H-to einz.)

Here's what I actually have:

a.) a current job, where my boss has started to respect me.

b.) a 2nd round job interview for a company that I like, no offer

c.) Applications into Harvard and Heinz, no acceptance

My biggest fear is that I will get the new job and the graduate school.  I love having options, but I feel like I am paralyzed by them too frequently.

Gah.  Thoughts? Advice?  I just want to grow up and be the version of Karl Sjorgen that works at the UN.  Is that so much to ask?