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My current inner monologue when I think about quitting my day job:
I went to the Grand Canyon a few years back and wouldn't go within 20 ft of the edge.
I don't like the unknown.
I don't like not knowing if things will work out.
I don't like to take leaps of faith.
It's only a few months away.
It's such a short amount of time.
Dave and I have planned and planned and planned some more, but still I'm scared.
We've set ourselves up for success, but it's terrifying for me.
I want it to work out so bad.
I want it more than anything.
Everything points to it being a success.
Everyone says I should try.
I want it to work out so bad.
I want it more than anything.
Everything points to it being a success.
Everyone says I should try.
I don't like to be unsure of anything.
I try and stay positive, but I sit up at night worried.
I do internet searches during the day for part-time jobs just in case.
I rack my brain for other ways we can cut back on spending.
I feel as though I'm running towards the edge of a cliff.
The day is coming.
It's already in motion.
I can't stop it now, but my legs are shaking.
Someone's going to have to push me.
I don't think I'm brave enough to jump on my own.










