Blabbing worries

I only have twelve more days in the bank. Counting sure makes it feel longer.

Lately, I fall into worrying about the next potential job. Potential is not really how I want to put it. I want the next one to be a jumpstart to a new career---a relevant and drastic one. I mean, this is already a leap for me so why not risk it?

I got admitted to the urban planning program in UP. I feel excited but simultaneously taken aback---this decision will shake my monotonous life. This adjustment is something I think I will learn to handle. I am stirred by the challenge.

But to be shifting to another work, not to mention another field, and taking grad school, man, this is serious danger! What has gotten into me?