Yesterday, my recruiter sent my profile out to a hospital in Arizona. The OR manager called me the same day. Looks like I have a job! All that’s left to do now is finalize the details.
So why am I a nervous wreck? This is the age old question. It comes back to doing anxiety. Why do I keep doing anxiety?
I love adventure. I love exploring. I love seeing new places. I hate planning. I hate thinking about the details. But I also hate being spontaneous. How’s that for a paradox?
So my brain just goes round and round in a whirlwind of thoughts that make my head want to explode! To make matters worse, I have a terrible time reaching outside my head for emotional support. Thankfully, my favorite #1 son coaxed it out of me.
It’s going to be okay. I’m not going alone. I’m not responsible for children. I keep forgetting he’s a grown man with the ability to figure things out too.
So the main thing to do now is praise God! I got a job!