Thanksgiving is around the corner, and right now being thankful is an act of the will. It should not be. I have a huge opportunity in front of me with a new job after being out of work for far too long, and all I can feel is stress. This week might be the last in a long time that I can spend at home. I love my home, I hardly ever want to leave it, and I had to spend most of my day on the road driving out to look at an apartment. It’s a nice apartment, very close to where I’ll be working, and the agent is helping me get the paperwork done quickly because I start December 1st. Don’t know if we can push the paperwork through before then or if I’ll need a motel room for a few days.
I know I should be thankful—on a rational level, I am thankful—but I feel such overwhelming fear, and with that fear, guilt, for not feeling thankful.
I will choose to be thankful; forgive me if I’m shivering like a leaf.
Tale Told 