It’s 5:55am, and I’ve been awake for over an hour, anxiety clawing at my chest like a wild creature in a trap. I leave for Michigan in four days. Yesterday I received an offer for a job that I’ve wanted for two years and have been courting for two months. My travel plans are in place and I have enough time in my schedule that I can take the scenic route across the country and still have a week or so to settle into my new apartment before I start work. I’ve got people lined up, starting today, to help me finish my packing.
And still I wake up too early every morning and lie in the dark fighting panic. Continue reading