After a night of sulking, you eventually accept your lot, and begin performing an autopsy on exactly what happened during that interview. You ask yourself what went wrong. Was it my outfit? Did I stutter? Did my leg shake? Countless questions race through your mind, but the central question still remains -- I bombed the interview, now what?
Do you find that your difficulty lies not in figuring out your passion, but in working out which passion to focus on? Do you have lots and lots of ideas that you get really excited about, only to quickly get bored and move onto something else? Are you sick and tired of being pulled in so many different directions? And is it time to get focused?