Didn’t I just say…?

And here I am today, stressing out to tears about what I do not know about my job status. Was I even there yesterday when I thought all about how the need to know has its roots in the devil himself, and then I wrote all about it, too??

Granted, I slept a total of about three hours last night – woke up at 00:44, and couldn’t ever fall back asleep – so I was ridiculously tired today. I even thought about the whole conversation at one point in my crying misery today, and it helped, but I could tell I was just so tired, I couldn’t fully apply it to my present situation and just let go. I was genuinely sad and terribly tired. Not an easy combo for letting things go and feeling rational.

Fortunately, a coworker let me just be with what I needed to express, and she accepted and understood my sadness and acknowledged that it made sense on all accounts that I was feeling that way… and then she just hung out with me for an hour and a half, and we got to be totally normal people for a short while. And it was just a huge gulp of fresh air that I have been wanting and needing for quite some time. It feels now almost like we played hooky for an hour. But, really, I still went and got loads of work done afterward, anyway, so it was clearly rejuvenating for me.

I think I just need to get some good sleep tonight, and to take good care of myself and my work tomorrow, and then go to bed early tomorrow night. Once I’ve rested well, I can look to see what I actually need and want to do about all of this. Perhaps I will need to have a conversation with an administrator about my position, but there’s a high chance that conversation will be a bit different from the one I mentioned possibly having today. So, we shall see.

For now, goodnight and sweet dreams and blessings be upon you. In God’s name, I pray. Amen.

Post-a-day 2023

What’s next’s what’s next

I have been worrying lately about my future.  Every time I aim to figure out how to steer my career for the long term, I end up somewhat sad and upset, and totally uninspired.  Thinking about this this weekend, I had the sudden obvious realization that I don’t have to know my long term – I don’t have to know what’s next after what’s next.  Just one what’s next is good enough.  It’s better than good enough – it’s actually great.  Ideal, possibly.  Yes, I have all sorts of ideas for my future, but they don’t need to be solid, set in stone now and forever.  Every year, my dad is ‘about to retire’, and that’s been for the past decade, I believe.  And yet, he’s still chugging along happily (mostly happy with it, anyway) at his job.  And he’s one of the most plan-y people I know when it comes to work, finances, and career choices.

So, if I go for this now, I can be looking for what’s next while doing it.  I certainly know that I end up becoming a new, different person after every phase of this or that, so how could I possibly know now what the future, new I will want most?  Though I have my amazing moments, I’m not God, so I don’t know all.

I guess it is kind of just a slightly altered perspective of “What About Bob”’s baby steps.  Worry about this room… then, when I’m in the hall, think about that hall…, and so on and so forth.

Yeah, I’m down with that.

Also, Brad Paisley was interviewed by Jeff Foxworthy on the radio this evening, and it was delightful in an unexpected way.  Find the recording, if you can.  They now plan to write a song together, as a result of the interview.  I’m looking forward to it. 🙂

Post-a-day 2017