Internal or external compass – which will you choose?

The admission form was in front of me. It had been for days, but I was hesitating signing it. The pressure to do so was running around in my head, and causing knots in my stomach. I didn't want to do it but felt I should. I had already invested 5 years and just two more would complete it. It made sense, every kind of sense. My boyfriend was a builder. My parents were behind me, but I wanted to...