I got a job offer.
Confusion ensues.
Questions pop up.
Worries mount.
Why can't I be normal?
I've already penned a Pros/Cons list, a Appeal to My Higher Consciousness (titled: What My Heart Says), a "Flipside" chart, and a summary of why I don't want/want the job.
I have one call out to Kev, a request for prayers from family, and am considering fasting so the answer will be made clear.
Normalcy, why do you elude me so?
Perhaps now, I see before me my destiny as written in my 8th grade yearbook's "Wills and Prophecies" section:
"In 20 years, Debbie will stop worrying."
I'm quite embarrassed to add that my high school yearbook predicted roughly the same thing.
Brilliant.