Something else crops up.
I have all these (plausible) ideas for second jobs. Some of which could be very profitable. Some, dare I say it, even enjoyable. All of the totally realistic. I’ll pick up applications, start them, and then somewhere between the idea and the execution I wig the hell out.
So today, as I was hyperventilating on my bedroom floor a light bulb went off. I was having a full blown panic attack in all of its world-ending, suffocating glory. After I took the appropriate (and legal) med to get myself to chill out, my brain starts connecting dots at lightening speed.
I’ve always had mini anxiety-attacks when it came to applying for jobs. I am well educated, well qualified, and totally capable of handling myself in most jobs. And yet I freak out. I usually avoided it until I was able to screw up enough courage to deal with it. This has always been a problem and has created so much stress in my life.
It makes no sense, but when do panic attacks make sense?
I guess I found the next thing I have to tackle…..