Before delving into deeper topics, want to hear something great about my job at CTB? They just gave me a $25 gift card for Instagramming my sandwich.
Yup. I received a gift card from an organization that already provides for the majority of my meals. That is how amazing my job is.
I also did not even enter this contest, they entered me. I simply snapped a picture of my beautiful sandwich and used the location feature on Instagram to say I was at CTB (which I am daily so most of my Instagrams could have that hashtag). They entered me into the contest because the photo tagged them. And so, I won. I am $25 richer every time I walk into CTB. Glorious. I don’t even have the picture anymore, it was that great.
Ok, now for some serious stuff.
Who would buy two giant Reese’s for over $10??!?! First of all, ten dollars is a lot of money. Second of all, it says you are supposed to share it…however I know I would try to eat the whole thing and make myself sick and not want to look at Reese’s again for a long time. Ain’t nobody got time for that.
Kidding, that wasn’t really serious, this is.
I’m anxious. I’m anxious for NO STINKING REASON. I honestly have no reason to feel this way. But, I’m kind of glad I do. I’m anxious-EXCITED, not anxious-NERVOUS, and it is wonderful and scary at the same time.
I have that feeling in my belly, the one where something is coming but you don’t know what. It’s not a looming or omniscient persistence, but a “you might get really happy and how will you deal with it?!” I have not been so excited I am getting almost sick in years guys, years.
The thing is, nothing is set in stone, so I might be excited for no reason (see above) but that hasn’t stopped the feelings. The feelings stem from opportunities. From possibilities that might expand my life. Nothing is certain and I have no committed to doing anything yet, but I have made myself ready. I have opened the door. I have let in the option to change things and maybe find some other purpose. I have also opened the door to rejection and failure.
The fear of rejection has not scared me from trying anyway. I am willing to go out on a limb and face a possible “no” because the possible “yes” would be so great.
This is the anxiety I love. I’ll gladly take it.
What’s on the horizon for you?
Have you ever experienced excited anxiety?