When I was in college my roommate my roommate and I would play the “What If” game.

What if I had dated Steve from stats?  I did.

What if I had gone to a different college? I’ll never know.

The world was so full of possibilities. We had made so few decisions up to that point that the “What Ifs” were exciting.  But I have to tell you that these two little words “What” and “If” seem innocent and non-threatening, but when you put them side-by-side they have the power to haunt you for the rest of your life. What if?

Next school year I plan to find a different job, in a different city, in a different state, and maybe even in a new time zone.  What seemed thrilling a few months ago has me asking a lot of what ifs? What if I make the wrong decision? What if I end up hating this move?

I’ve always told myself that I like change. Maybe that was true when I was applying to college and looking for my first job, but lately I’m starting to think that my love for change is just a bunch of hooey.

Change is hard.

Change can be painful.

However, those “What Ifs” can be haunting.

What if I stay where I am?

What if I regret not changing?

I’m moving forward. I honestly have no idea what I’ll end up doing, but I’d rather live with chance than a What if.