The Fear Strikes Again

The chat with my mother confirmed my greatest fear. The only person I can really depend on is me. Sure, I can ask help from loved ones time and time again. But in the end, it would have to be me. All me.

I must be careful and wary of all the decisions I make now. Of how I spend my time. Of what I do and don't do. If I do something, it means I'm not doing another thing. Whatever I'm doing must be well thought of.

I'm reassessing and reprioritizing. Despite my mom's doubts, I still believe in my dream. For a minute I was clicking on jobstreet again. But I shook that off.

I can do this because I'm meant to do this.