Venting. I think?

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I was working a full-time job and somehow left it for a contract role. I regret it now; months later I’m jobless with a temp-to-hire role lined up. My spouse says maybe God didn’t want me to have that job. I can’t seem to get past wondering what God wants for me. I can’t stop thinking—is this God testing me? It feels like a test, or is this the enemy? I had a plan, but in the end I didn’t follow it. I left my job for contract work that pays more than I ever made. Is this God’s work or the enemy’s work.

Now im like okay God I left my apartment and my job what do you want to tell me.