Man, I was really all over the place the last few days. Any reasonable person would be on the floor with anxiety by now. Money, of course.
But I'm not reasonable, I suppose, and probably not entirely sane by most people's standards. Just as all appeared impossible, I decided that I WOULD BE HAPPY. No. Matter. What.
I'm stubborn that way. I looked at the tiniest things to appreciate. At times it came down to choosing to focus solely upon how soft the air was after the recent storms. Moment by moment I dragged myself out of my fear spiral. "Right now, at this exact moment, everything's okay."
And then all of a sudden, I have three job opportunities and more money coming in from an unexpected avenue.
We'll see how it all pans out. I think, I dare to hope. (Yes, I said it.) That my perfect life, as imagined so far, might yet unfold.