At this point, my life looks full of promise. As in, fuller of promise than it usually does.

I'm aware that I'll have to do something tomorrow which, while I knew there was a possibility that I would have to do it some time in my career, I didn't think it would come this soon, and it's not something I'm especially equipped for, given my overall nice and non-confrontational personality.

I'm particularly afraid because there's a chance that I could mess everything up and end up in a worse position than I am in now, and that's a chance I will have to take.

But I've spoken to a colleague and he's volunteered to help me out, and while I'm still not wholly comfortable with what I have to do, I trust him and am rather optimistic that I'll have managed to get myself closer to being where I want to be.

Why am I writing this post? Because I'm still trying to psych myself into doing what needs to be done, and also, at a later stage, remind myself of the good that came from trusting in other people... or possibly the foolishness that came from being so naive.