It’s not a death or a break up. No one’s been hurt. It’s the mere thought of the two worst non-traumatic things a person might have to do… it’s job hunting and moving.
If the mere sounds of these words don’t send you running… then we probably can’t relate. Sometime in the next six months or so I’m going to do both of these things. The realization of that has hit me just recently (how convenient that wedding planning panic just calmed in time for this) and has left me virtually paralyzed.
Where to move? Um, somewhere my future husband can fish? Is that specific enough?
Where to begin job hunting?
When should I start on my resume? What will I need to do to it?
You know what, on second thought, I’m just going to drink beer instead.
Seeking Misadventure 