After a mild meltdown last night, I feel much better. Like Eric said, what’s the worst that could happen? True, I could be unemployed and he could be fired and we might have to move back to Oregon or Michigan to live with the parents and be forced to beg for change on the corner, but the more realistic worst-case-scenario is I temp or wait tables until I find a “real” job.

This whole process is difficult, but I think it’s supposed to be that way. I worked hard in college but I was naturally good at writing essays and arguing in lecture. I’m not that good at planning my career and making ends meet. But like Eric said (again, here comes the voice of reason), it’s my first try — of course I’m not going to be that good at it — yet.

So it’s time for me to be a little easier on myself and take things from here, not from where I should have started a month ago. I’m almost done with my edit test for the fitness editorial assistant position, which I’ll turn in tomorrow. I’ve been emailing with more industry contacts. And in less than two weeks, I’ll go home and get some much-needed Ryan Family loving.

I cleaned the turkey carcass last year. Not it!