It Doesn't End Like You Think.
I woke to a full fledged panic attack this morning. They're always fun, right? Especially when they happen only ten minutes before you have to wake the children. The cranky-assed, tension-sensing, guilt factories ... to whom you gave birth. I went back to bed after I put the girls on the bus. Avoidance. When I finally got up, it was after eleven. I know - right? This could be the beginning of another sad, sad story ... but it isn't. Something slid into place inside my brain today. I got on the phone before I was half way through my first coffee and by the time I finished my third, I had talked to a couple of good contacts ... each with thoughts and suggestions as to my future employment. I also discussed the possibility of downsizing our truck and maybe picking up a 2nd beater car. We need to be ready to be mobile. We're both looking outside of the house for work. I opened a door today. I need to open another, tomorrow. Tomorrow...