spryng | So that happened.

It went okay. It could have gone better. It could have been worse. But I'm not going to think about it, because I'll find out in a week or two's time and there were apparently quite a few other Latin teacher interviewees and every time I think about it I start getting emotional again.

I can admit more truthfully now - now that it's done, now that I have most of my emotional breakdown out of the way, now that the lump in my chest, in my gut is breaking up and time is calming me down and soothing me - last week was hell. I was way too stressed out over this. I freaked in the most unhealthy way and I paid the price by being entirely worthless the rest of today. And probably, emotionally at least, the rest of the weekend.

I'm not going to talk about it for a while, not because it went poorly or well, but just because I need to step away. I got into the car and sobbed afterwards and when I got home Lady gave me tea, took me for a walk, and looked at plants. But even now, hours and hours later, I'm still having a hard time parsing it without becoming overtly emotional, so I'm just going to take a step back and refocus on something else. Like writing, which I've sorely neglected for the last few weeks.

But I apologize in advance because I'm going to be a bit emotionally weird for a few days. Possibly until I hear back. And I won't want to talk about it. But hey (redirect) - Tucson Festival of Books is next weekend!