I’m Tired, But It’s a Good Tired
But not a great tired because I don’t want to jinx it
Here’s the bottom line, fam. My life has been a complete shitstorm for the last few years. Barely scraping by financially, family drama, health challenges, and one long job search from hell.
Then just over a week ago, an online publishing company read this, and offered me a job. Once again, my late sister saves my ass. I love you, Shaz.
And it's a great gig. The work is pretty easy, the editors are lovely, and the pay is fair. It’s all I’ve been trying to manifest for years. So why aren’t I happy dancing or crying with relief? What the hell is wrong with me?
I was talking with a dear old friend of mine yesterday about this curious situation I find myself in.
“I just can’t get too excited. It feels like hubris, and I don’t want to —
“ — Jinx yourself.”
“Exactly!” I’m just waiting for — ”
“ — The other shoe to drop.”
“Sigh. Yes.”
He knows me too well.
I highly recommend finding a friend who can read your neurodivergent mind. Makes life so much easier.
“It’s not going to, Kath.”
