There’s this thing that happens at 11pm when you’re lying in bed staring at the ceiling. The “what ifs” show up uninvited.
What if I’d said yes to that school trip?
What if I’d tried out for the team?
What if I’d just sent the text?
My friend P had been meaning to message a girl in her chemistry class for three months. Same taste in music, same weird obsession with obscure 90s films, she could tell just from her Instagram. But every time she opened the chat, she closed it. Too random. Too weird. She won’t get it. One Tuesday she sent it anyway. One line. “Okay your playlist just unlocked a core memory I didn’t know I had.” They’ve been inseparable for eight months. Here’s what nobody tells you about “what if”, it works both ways. We use it to talk ourselves OUT of things. But every good thing that’s ever happened started with someone who used it to talk themselves IN.
What if it works out?
What if they feel exactly the same way?
What if this is the beginning of something?
The text P almost didn’t send. The audition you’re putting off. The conversation you’ve rehearsed seventeen times in the shower but never actually had. The “what if” that scares you the most is usually the one most worth sending.
So. What are you waiting for? Drop in the text you almost didn’t send in the GenWE Real Life Club. 👀💛