Did you ever feel like the particulars of the next major stage in your life can hinge on just one decision?
I wish I had that insight, that feeling, that intuition to tell me what to do here on out.
Yes, the job I've been offered would be cool, but the pay is too damn low. Shouldn't I think I could have it all? The good job I'd enjoy with the pay I'd deserve?
With the cost of living going up, I don't want to take a 20% pay cut.
If I were 20-something, yes. If I were single, probably. If I didn't have a lot of experience, most likely.
But not now! My gut tells me I'm worth more. I've worked too hard. I've paid my dues. I'm ready for the next leap. I'm ready to take a job which I may be a little tiny bit underqualified for, but which I could do well.
I'm ready to not settle.
What's wrong with that?
I've done too much settling.
My gut tells me no.
Maybe I do have that sixth sense.
Or, maybe this is all a pile of crap.
Or maybe I need to fall flat on my face, hit rock bottom, have no job prospects, and turn to finishing my novel out of grief and emotional wipeout. Either way, it's all part of the process.
Someone tell me!
Where the hell is that fairy godmother/angel of Christmas Future/benevolent spirit/Debbie 20 years from now who pops up at the 11th hour to walk me through my future and show me the consequences of my decision so I can then change it before it happens?
I need a guarantee. And a warranty would be nice, too.