I did it.
It is completed. I decided to quit dithering and put the damned application in the mail. Please, god, let me have caught all typos. My saboteur brain likes to whisper "What if you forgot a page? What if it gets there in a mess? Are you sure you didn't miss anything?" If I have, so be it. I walked the packet to the post office and dropped it in the blue bin. It feels so good to have that out and off my list of things to do. Plans for the fall can only come together once I hear back one way or the other. University of Wales - here I come!
My stomach is all woozy from the butterflies.
My stomach is all woozy from the butterflies.
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And I'm sure everything is fine. Really.
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Fingers crossed
Ack. I'm glad I've got yoga this evening, as well as a date with the Future Governor of Alaska to go drink wine afterwards. Healthy distractions, all.
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Bah. Vamos a ver, no?
ps - Did you get shagged good last night?
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Ripping the bandaid
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Woo hoo!