The universe works in unexpected ways

I was having a mini crisis this evening - one of those ones where your thoughts are a giant tangle of wool, stuffing your brain to capacity. The best way for me to turn the yarn into balls is to write. I started looking for my note section on my phone where I turn the noise into granny squares and I found a piece I’d written. it was the perfect piece of advice for present me - written by past me. Legend.

Mirror

Turmoil. Excitement. Nerves. Waves crashing. Years of devotion looming. Am I worthy? Will I succeed? What if I fail?

But what if I don’t?