What if...

Grey skies on Sunday, working through the day and feeling a cold creeping up on me with the sort of inevitability that has me wishing it was already a week later and I was done with it. A runny nose, sore throat and headache, making me feel sorry for myself, draining my energy and concentration. At times like this, I tend to feel a little low, wonder a little too much about what I'm doing and why. I ask myself even more than usual how I will get to where I want to be and self doubt creeps up on me. The worry and doubt about what I'm doing and whether I should carry on. What if things don't go the way I want them to after pouring huge amounts of work, energy, time, effort and all my heart into my goals and dreams? The scary question of what if things don't work out?  Is it really all worth it and am I good enough? What if...? I know that I will be certain again once I'm over this cold, but I can't help these occasional bouts of self doubt when my head feels heavy and a mountain of tissues is growing next to me. So, while I'm sipping my hot lemon and wrap up with a woolly scarf indoors, I will allow myself to wallow just a little in some self pity. I'm sure that's ok, right?