Well. It didn’t take as long as I feared.
I have a job. I start on Monday. Masses of anxiety are quelled. Of course I have the first day jitters already.
It’s just the way it works.
I’m taking a pay cut so I’m worried but it will work out.
I have to put out a roommate ad and I’m kind of too old for a roommate.
I have to get second job, which I kind of have. I’ll start doing some piecework in my spare time very soon.
It should get me back on my feet.
I won’t stop trying. I won’t be as frustrated. I’ll be able to rebuild some bridges that took some hits recently.
This is the chance I’ve been waiting for.
I can breathe. Hopefully, I’ll be able to sleep tonight. Maybe I’ll start using my gym membership once I start working. It’s nearby. It’s gonna work. I knew it would but that nagging worry that it wouldn’t was full of rage.
The light is brighter. It’s calming. I’ll feel like myself shorting.
Also, I’m a better typist than I thought. I was nervous. I had the caps lock on. I had to redo it. Still came out at 51wpm. My highest measured was an estimated 65wpm. There’s a story to that. I’ll share it someday.
Deep breaths. The beginning is always a wonderful thing.