The best/worst combination of words in the english language. On the one hand it represents possibility, option, and availability, on the other it brings about fear, loathing, inadequacy, and a rage of spirit.
“What if I were more beautiful?” “What if I quit my job?” “ What if I were thinner?” “What if I were single?” “What if I moved?” “What if I died?” “What if I become famous?” “What if he/she breaks my heart?” “What if I were more brave?” “What if I were different?” “What if… What if…What if…What if…What if…What if…What if…What if…What if…”
It will eat you alive, envelope your soul, drive you crazy and push you to be better. It challenges your spirit and change your beliefs.
I feel as though I am currently undergoing a barrage of “What ifs”. Digging through each of them one by one, figuring out what is valid and what is not, what is worthy of my attention and what is simply worth passing over.
I think the trick is to not allow the “what if” to define me, I am not void, I am valid, I am not a question mark, I am more than I give myself credit for. Which is a strange thing to realize.
Don’t undercut who you are because of your uncertainties. It will all come full circle, the truth will be revealed, your path may not be defined, but in reality do you want it to be? What if there is more? What if you never KNOW? We wake up, make one decision at a time, go through life, and try our hardest to live with intention, passion, and purpose, quieting all of the “what if…” moments that arise.
There is a fine line between innocence and ignorance, confidence and cockiness, but I feel as though we need to have a little bit of each to get by. Everything in moderation am I right? Now, if I could only apply that idea to cookies…