It’s like I am in High School all over again!
I’m waiting by the phone hoping to get a call that they really really like me thereby ensuring my life will never be the same. It can happen any day now, or any moment.
I’m nervous to write anything when I am in the middle of the “process.” It explains the lack of posts these last few months. I am torn between authenticity and the game of selling yourself. In the end, authenticity has to win—at least in my reality.
My counselor believes once structure returns to my life, aspects I still struggle with will begin to dissipate. I would have to agree. I prefer order, chaos and I don’t see eye to eye.
It’s not always up to just me.
I can’t control everything.
So this is what it means to just let go and give it to God?