It's hard to say, but I think my problem was that the ambition was making me unhappy. I may have graduated with honors, but I didnt have the absolute best grades in my class, it was never good enough, nothing was ever good enough. Right now I sit on the beach with a beer and some cashews, thinking about the 6.5 lb wheel of cheese I cooked up a week or two ago, aging in my wine fridge. While I can't say i'm in utter bliss, I don't hate myself, and that is pretty darn good given how I was 10 years ago.