consciousness/training/amygdala_stories/stories/ambitious.txt

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She had the sketch of the ten-year plan pinned above her desk and she looked at it most mornings before she opened her email. There was a version of her that would be at the head of a real lab, with her own funding and her own hires and a specific problem she was going to solve whether or not she was alive to see it solved. She knew what the next three steps were. She knew which grant she was writing this month. She knew which conference she was submitting to next, and she knew who in her field she needed to be noticed by. She also knew how many other people wanted this, and she did not care. She was going to get there.