I just believed in it so strongly. For a year or more I have plotted out my future. I had a plan, an amazing, timely, smart, puzzle complete plan.
But it had to all work or none of it would work. Everything was flexible except this job, this job I was sure about. Not cocky, confident. I worked hard, as hard as I’d worked at anything else in my life.
Maybe that’s it, though. Maybe that’s not enough.