After last Friday’s bad news, I felt like crawling into a dark hole and never coming out. Even my upcoming birthday made me sad. It ended up being a relatively nice day, but I couldn’t help but remember that it was another birthday where my life is on hold and I have no real professional identity. How much longer do I have to live this way?
In better news, Spouse got a great job offer yesterday, so we are going to be fine financially. Things will be better if I have a job, too, but now I don’t feel as if I have to take the very first thing that comes my way. That is somewhat of a relief, but I hope I get something soon.