The Waiting Game 🧩♟

It’s been about a week since my interview and I’m still waiting. Remember I told you the pot I had that was boiling, well it’s on simmer now and I’m just waiting to pour it out. I trust everything will go as it is intended, I guess I have my doubts but I try to not let it cloud my judgement. I tend to get pessimistic sometimes , it brings me comfort to doubt for some odd reason. I guess I like being able to believe the impossible is truly impossible and I have no control or change to add to it , because it’s easier to just mope. But that is no longer the Ifeoma I want to be , if things don’t work out doesn’t mean something else won’t . I feel like I might be running from certain truths . I just don’t want this to fall through cause I feel like I’ll be right back at square one and it’s hard starting back up. I feel I put all my eggs in this basket because I just know this is my basket but the doubt that circles in is “what if it’s not yours , then what?” And I don’t really have an answer other than to do the same things I was doing before . I don’t really want to do the same things I was doing before. Life is hard. I just pray this is for me .