"Maybe things will get better, maybe things will look brighter"

I made a concerted effort to "loosen up" this week. After all, I am a fly by the seat of my pants kinda gal, I can do this one day at a time lifestyle for a little while longer, right? RIGHT! And just when I begin to let go a little, PROGRESS!

• Interview in DC tomorrow with political consulting firm
• Phone interview Saturday with Haiti organization
• Phone interview Tuesday with UN people
• Talks next week with Ghana people
• Talks next week with other Haiti organization

And t-minus 13 days before I return to Ireland. Things may be finally looking up!

Resignation Letter

Dear God/ Mother Earth/ Cosmic Universe:


Screw you.



Love,
Erin

Quarterlife Crisis:

Part of Speech: n

Definition: an emotional crisis in one's twenties with anxiety and self-doubt after leaving academic life

See example:

YAWN.

When my alarm went off at 5:30am to go to the gym this morning, my body sighed "Yeah right" and went promptly back to sleep. When I had to get up two hours later, I felt worse. Not even the pot of coffee I drank before work took the edge off.
My brain feels like its in a fog. Life has been a stressful mess lately and I am exhausted. I am also fairly confidant that I am giving myself an ulcer.
My Gramps is still in the hospital (my family has been put through the ringer lately), the representatives at Sallie Mae are causing copius amounts of anxiety, applications are never-ending and I cannot find the time to do them, and the organizations I've been speaking with are driving me CRAZY. This process has completely taken over my life when all I want to do is drink myself into a wee coma (don't judge- I'm Irish), pull a sleeping beauty, and wake up in a hundred years with a job I love, apartment I like, and a life that is less complicated.

I mean really, is that too much to ask?!?!?