The strangest thing about a five year goal is that, at the end of those five years, you’ve either reached your goal or failed. Five years is a long time, long enough that you forget there’s an end to whatever it is you’re doing. So, when the end looms, it’s particularly unsettling. It feels like a steep drop into nothingness. It also feels like the last days of school, summer just out of reach but beckoning. There’s a lot of excitement and terror at once, is what I’m saying. Some…