I can't believe I got myself a full time job. Accepted. Deal sealed. The commitmentphobe in me is starting to feel flickers of panic. I've never had a real full-time job before. Not one where you're expected to stay and learn and grow with the job. This one will involve personal relationships with people, to whom I am now obligated. Should be very scary. Kind of is. But something's different about this. I think I need this experience -- not "the full-time job" experience, but the experience of working with the mentally ill in this capacity. There's so much I want to learn and so much I will learn that I don't yet know exists. That's exciting. I've been waiting for this opportunity for a long time. Life is short, I'm taking it. I'm feeling really excited for this chapter to begin and really grateful for the powerful synchronicity the Universe never ceases to marvel me with.
Also, today I finally got up the balls to call my former boss-type and make him pay me the wages he's owed me for six months. I had him. He knew it. He payed. I felt proud.
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