anxiety

The message is sitting in my gmail inbox. I can't bring myself to look at it. I feel like throwing up. I have never had the events of my life determined by an interview, or by such a seemingly small series of events. Let alone a single email.

I'm not even sure that I know what I want. I'm not even sure that it should matter if I know what I want. Does what I want matter?

I will know later. I'll open it with my wife.

I'd post it here first, if I wasn't so terrified of opening that email. Sorry to be a tease, but if you're reading this, I'm sure I'll talk to you soon anyway. Take care.

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