I have a case of the what-if's again. Those dastardly, continuous, nagging worries that ride a merry go 'round in one's mind.
So many what-ifs...
What if I don't get to defend in September, before the deadline when I'll be on the hook for a whole semester of tuition?
What if I don't defend successfully?
What if the Government doesn't follow through on the promise to provide me 2 years of public service employment when I successfully defend my thesis?
What if there are just no jobs IN the government to be had by the time I get there?
What if I get a job that I hate?
What if I can't find a decent job at all, on my own?
What happens if my savings run out before I find employment?
What happens if I get a job that has NOTHING to do with my specialization in Gerontology and health promotion?
I wish I could quiet my mind. I'm getting tired of the merry go 'round...
