It’s hard to see how depressed and stressed you are until you come out the other side. I got a job today, an offer that puts me just above minimum income required to stay housed and fed. I haven’t worked since August, the first two-three months of which were planned, these last three have been super stressful. When I got home from said job offer, despite not being the “Job of my Dreams” ™, I was immediately psyched, and cleaned and organized my entire living room (aka my couch-desk of All The Things). I feel so much better now, and can breathe and everything.
And I can focus on finding that Job of my Dreams ™ without having to settle for whoever will hire me, because I need a job, ohmygod Ineedajobsobad!!! Thank you, to him, as always, for pushing me that extra bit, even if it upset and pissed me off at the time. I, all too often, feel like I Can Do It Myself! And I forget that other people are just an arm or a call away. And they love me, and care about me, and are totally willing to help me, even if it’s a kick in the ass at the right moment.
Now, I’ll have All the Busy++ to figure out and sort and balance. And he’s already offered to help, in any way he can. I just have to figure out what I need. But for now, celebrate. I have just over a week before new job training starts, and tonight I’m going out to dinner.
