Panic log 8-4-04

Had a close call this morning, still fighting myself over it. It's a constant source of amazement to me that I can be pretty much on top of myself one day and then wake up the next morning and feel like I want to cry before I've even done anything.

As usual, the trick seems to be to get something done. Anything. Some little positive thing. In this case the small thing was to send out three emails; two asking for references and one to the local district inquiring about how I can apply for some of their jobs. This was easy, effective, and it managed to jerk me out of my anxiety for at least a bit. Now we'll see if I can get some of my other stuff done today, or if I'll slide back into paralysis before the afternoon is over.

Since when did my life become a series of twilight battles with myself?