Yesterday I gave myself a stress headache from subconciously clenching my jaw over and over.
The culprit? "Would I have to do OFW?" stress.
I touched on not wanting to present at OFW last week and have been tossing, turning and rolling in bed for the past 32 days while my designer application floated out in space waiting for April 11. My body has already decided the stress from OFW was not the good kind that I can thrive on. Luckily today happens to be April 11th and I got an answer. A big, fat answer...
No, thank you, said the email. They received too many applications and from the gist of the verbage, they'd like to have people show who have made clothes before. So what does this mean?
It means I'm free to pursue my healthy, hot, soon-to-be baby-havin' self! And I can go full-force at the postition I'm clamoring for at work. Get this: one of the people I assist at work set up a shadowing day and I got to sit with a beautiful lady who works in that very position. For damn near 3 hours!!! I asked SO many questions and the department supervisor even came over to see us and I got to introduce myself and metnion I've applied for the open position. The gal I sat with has a young beautiful family so I even asked her about family needs vs. job needs and she only boosted my opinion of the job. She even made me more confident in my practically digitally-barren portfolio by mentioning how very valued hand drawing abilities are in the department.
So now I will resume making my future children's clothing and my wedding dress design at my own pace.
I'm so happy I could cry. Oh wait, I am crying...