Good Job

I am so anxious now, that I think faster than I write.

I am anxious because I want to make it right, to make my next career move right.

It's stupid. I feel insecure about my ability to get a good job. My husband keeps telling me I am doing more than well. It's all I need to hear.

I don't know what will make me stop thinking and thinking and thinking and thinking too hard.

Yes, I will land a great job - or a good job at least. Good job, Pam.