I got the job.
So, you know … yay.
I don’t mean to sound lousy. It’s difficult to reconcile your dreams with reality. (Wanker.)
It’s pretty great though to be able to start accruing annual leave and sick leave again. (Hello, next holiday. Hello, mental health days.) It’s great to know I will have a steady income going straight into my savings account. It’s great to know that I don’t have to worry about where next week’s rent is coming from. (And can maybe think about breaking my lease and finding a place that has an oven that uses Celsius and not Fahrenheit.)
What worries me the most is that my soul will get sucked clean out of my body. Or, really, that I just won’t have time for all the creative pursuits I’ve been hoping would fill my days. So I’m just going to have to make time for it. Make it a priority.
I’ve been drinking tonight. In case it’s not obvious.