Rejuvination comes in many forms...

Yesterday, rejuvenation came in the form of a shower curtain liner, laundry, and a resume.

I've been feeling so anxious about retooling my resume and cover letter. In a few short months, I am about to be a bonafide physical therapist. I can hardly believe this. This scares the hell out of me. It means being responsible, vulnerable. Putting myself out there with no excuses. I want to be the best. (I know this only comes in time, with practice). However, there is no longer the comfort of having more schooling left to learn what I do not know. This mixed with the fact that for some reason I’m nervous about finding a job.  I recognize this pattern as my personal sort of neuroses. The anxiousness that puts me into a sort of paralyzed state.  Yesterday, I decided to do the resume. Baby steps.  It was easier than I thought as I pretty much had it done. Resume, cover letter and one application done. Phew! Was I holding my breath the past few weeks? Perhaps.

Brick off my shoulder.

In the time that I was putting off getting my feet on the ground with looking for a job, my laundry had piled up.  Can’t see the bottom of my closet, pile up. Where’s my tank top/running tights/socks/shoe? Oh here it is {hopefully} in my laundry basket! That sort of piled up. And so I sorted my laundry. I pulled the shoes/relatively clean jeans/worn once hoodies out and hauled it all next door. Filled up all three machines. Fed it many, many quarters. Dosed the machined with Gain.  Scrub a dub.

In the mean time, I went for a run. (Listening to American Wife, very entertaining). Came back. Switched my laundry. Cleaned myself off in the shower. Retrieved my loads of dry, wonderful dry clothes and overturned the piles of clothes and towels on the bed. Isn’t fresh laundry the most delicious thing? How the inside of the pile stays warm for hours? The clean, fresh smell. You could just about eat it. I had an actually thought of how I wanted to climb in the pile, like a little baby with static-y hair immersed in fresh laundry. I wanted that.

Then there is the way the new shower curtain liner I put up (while I was showering—ultimate multitasker here). It smelled like childhood vacations. Blue water and arm floaties. The way it made over the interior of our shower was revolutionary. Taking down the old tattered, mildewing one. Replacing with new, grommeted, side suction cup, vacation smelling version. A very, very good decision.

I came away from the laundry, my shower curtain liner and my resume feeling like a new person, standing taller. Ready to shmear on some make up and take on the world. No more hiding in the sand for me.

Jason got home and asked me how my day was. Great! I feel SO much better. I did my resume, did laundry, and put a new shower curtain liner up! Wait until you see it, you’ll love it, Jas!

I’m not sure he was as changed as I was by the new liner, but he was impressed by the grommets and the liner’s power to alter his wife’s take on the world.  To take bricks off her shoulders. I think he loves it as much as I do.

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On another note: Mixed blessings:   Jason has the worst cold right now.

Translation, focus power is way down

Translation number 2. More time with Josie.

Score!