I need sleep. I find myself repeating that phrase. I need sleep.
And it's true - I do need sleep, but at the same time, I don't want to. I keep thinking of this week as the last week during which I can get away with going to bed late and sleeping in. This isn't a bad thing because it will mean that I have successfully gotten the job at Pinecrest, but it does mean rearranging my sleep schedule which seems like a strange joke since my body and brain have rarely agreed on when I should been sleeping in years. I'm one of those great people that suffers from insomnia and depression intermittently, and this makes sleep a hilarious challenge at times. My big hope is that work will make me so tired that I will just crash. If it doesn't work that way, I'll end up burning out quick. It will work. It will be fine. I'll learn to sleep. Or at least fake it enough that I'll be alright.
Fake it till you feel it, right?
My meeting to go over the offer for the job is Wednesday morning. Lots of people know about this. I probably sound goofy to a lot of them because I keep putting the "if" in front of getting hired. I keep saying things about how "as long as" this and this and this work out...I'll have a job. People keep saying things like "You clearly have been hired" or "As soon as I heard I knew you'd have the job" or simply congratulating me. While this is all great and I am pretty sure I will have the job, I am struggling to feel like it is mine yet. This isn't even a huge fancy job. It's just a needed job, and I'm happy to do it. I just really don't want to be completely excited about it, and then to have something fall through. That could be overly pessimistic, but if you'd lived my life for the past couple years you'd feel this way too.
It makes me feel a little insane to be afraid of being excited. I don't want to be in this position in my life where I don't trust life to work out even if everything points to things going smoothly, but I am. In the past 8 years or so rejection, failure, disappointment, and unexpected things always seem to show up. This isn't to say everything has been bad. Sometimes the rejection has cleared a path for something better or the failure has caused change or the disappointment has helped me learn lessons, but all of these things hurt at some point.
I guess right now I'm just incredibly wounded and incredibly vulnerable. I'm just not willing to believe fully that this good thing, this job, will really be mine until it is completely settled.
So here I am waiting.
Good things come to those who wait though, right?
Favorite things of this very moment (12:44 AM CST):
- Making a new mix for a good friend
- Butch Walker singing me to sleep and telling me to "think about the good things no matter what they say"
- New yoga/sweat pants while crazy soft lining
- Having removed a certain small black & white kitten who shall remain nameless (hint: starts with "M" and ends with "ulligan") from its spot under the bed where said mini monster was apparently trying to use the bed as a scratching post
- Cookbooks with eggplant recipes I'll finally have an excuse to try since we've been given eggplant
- The box sitting next to my bed with all kinds of wonderful gifts from Nik (I swear these boxes are always like Christmas)