Whether you want it or not,
As the clock marches round and around,
Furiously ticking off seconds and hours
And minutes and sleep twisted nights.
Do I dare close my eyes,
Knowing that clock
Will run like a bitch
And when they open again
My nightmares come true.
Uh oh, I’ve got that horrible Sunday night nervousness that wracks every new employee in the world. I have successfully completed my first week at my new school, and nobody died, but all of the things that did go wrong are playing on my mind.
I’m not struggling too badly but it is reminding me of a time when I really couldn’t handle those feelings of insecurity.
When I was in a really bad place, I tried to become a recruitment consultant and every Sunday I would feel sick. It got to the point where I was even getting chest pains and breathing problems.
I’m so thankful that I’m not in that state anymore. Now I’m nervous because I care rather than because I’m terrified.