Last month, I finished the final requirements for my PhD. After years of stress, I can officially say: It’s done. Over. Finito. The end of the PhD is in sight. All that’s left is to walk across the stage this December and not trip.

I’ve also settled nicely into my new apartment, and I’m working on transitioning into full-time employment with my company. Many parts of my life are moving, while others remain hopelessly still. I swing back-and-forth between being happy and sad about that. But on...