A Tightening of the Chest
So, THIS is what panic feels like.
In order for me to complete my guaranteed transfer program with satisfactory timing, I will need to carry no less than 18 credit hours per semester for the next two years. I can't pull that off while working full-time; other people might be able to, but I can't. With that in mind, I have just given notice to my employer that August 10th will be my last day. There are a few odd jobs I will continue to do for the company, 5 to 10 hours of work per week, but my last full-time paycheck will arrive in my account on August 9th. No more paid health insurance, no more year-end bonuses, no more 9-5 security. My family and I won't be starving to death, but there are some significant lifestyle changes ahead.
Letting go of safety for the hope of a more fulfilling future is absolutely terrifying... but it's pretty fucking exciting too.
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May 22nd, 2012 - 13:36
Scary. I was thinking about that today. Thinking maybe I should let you know that it will be a battle, but lets get this party started. I am pretty healthy, so farming out my organs will help us in the hard times.
“Avoid problems, and you’ll never be the one who overcame them.”
~Richard Bach~
May 23rd, 2012 - 13:05
At least you have some control over the situation giving you the panic. It sucks, but you got the luxury of weighing options, talking them over with a trusted one, and making the leap. So there will be some bumps, some moments of frayed nerve, and the path will cloud… but you’ll be so much nearer your goal when those next arise. It will get easier.
Most of my current stresses have been hurled upon me while I’ve been searching for a way to have a future, myself. I’ve had some good news today, reminding me that not only do I have allies in my corner… but they may be more effective than the current mess.
May 25th, 2012 - 13:05
Happy to hear of the good news, and your message about the luxury of the choices I’ve made was well taken. *snugs*