What If

Koh Samet © toothbrushtravels.com 3
 
Friday marked the end of my days working as an Assistant Manager, and the beginning of me trying to get my foot in the door of a career I want, and I’m still not quite sure how I feel about it.
 
What if I don’t find a job that involves social media marketing or writing?
What if actually I’m really shit at writing and nobody wants to tell me?
What if I get a job I love but the people are terrible?
What if I get a job I love and I’m terrible?
Does quitting make me a quitter?
Does it make me strong for knowing my own mind?
Or a fool for not having the security of another job lined up?
My thoughts are plagued with an unhealthy amount of questions that only time will be able to answer and it’s more than a little bit frustrating.
 
And yet the only thing keeping me going is this.
 

What if I live a life so afraid of failure that I never even try?

 
Can someone please travel three months in to the future and tell me that everything is going to be ok?