Okay, I'm just going to throw all of this out there:
My anxiety is through the roof. This interview process is taking forever. I wish I could just know for certain, yes or no.
If I don't get this job, Chris and I need to consider a change in our living situation anyway. With the way things currently stand, we will never be able to move out to Utah.
I feel as though I ought to find a second job. I've been considering applying at Oliver T's, but I like so much of their stuff, I fear that our diet goals would fly out the window. Hello, cupcake!
If I do get this job, I worry about staying active and temple worthy. I know we would, but each ward is at least 45 minutes away, and the temple is 2 hours away. It sounds petty, doesn't it? I'm sorry. It's still a worry, especially in wintertime.
I'm worried about living without my husband for any length of time. To those of you who are widowed or have husbands who are over the road a lot, I'm whining. Again, I'm sorry. I don't deal well with stress, and Chris manages to hold me together quite nicely. Eight weeks of high stress and no husband sounds miserable to me.
Whether I get this job or not, I want the sleep lab to be organized. I don't want whomever comes into that job to hate it within two weeks because it's an organizational nightmare.
When I sat in the temple yesterday, I felt like Heavenly Father was saying "Just calm down. Everything will be okay. I've got you, and everything will turn out fine." I know that. I believe Him...
so why do I still feel fragmented by all of this stress?