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I am under the influence of a strong cocktail made of butterflies and worry, it is lingering in my veins and filling my being with disturbance.  

And I am not enjoying it.

There is only one detox on the market that can stabilize my intoxicated state of mind satisfactory: reassurance.

First of all, reassurance that my next careers move will work out.
I am starting a work placement at a magazine tomorrow which is exciting yet scary. I don't really know what to expect and if I should have prepared more than I have. But there is not much to do now, all I can do is throw myself in there and do my best I guess. I'm really looking forward to it but I just wish the first day would be over so that I knew what to expect from now on.

Now the search for reassurance could have stopped there but hey did you think I was gonna be that good? No.
Being me, I have managed to put myself in a situation where I am over-checking my inbox, only to find the same disappointing No new messages staring back at me over and over again. Yes, silly me put myself in the oh so familiar seat of waiting-for-him-to-reply and can't see a way out of it.

Because the longer it takes, the worse it gets and you start regretting what you wrote, even that you wrote at all. In fact, I don't even know that I cared if he would respond when I first wrote the message, but because he hasn't replied the wait is becoming more painful than I can stand.

And yes, I know I am being stupid, I mean all I need to do to put myself out of this stress is to stop worrying, stop caring.

But then I guess that that is what new beginnings is all about; high expectations and much anticipation always comes with a side (or in my case, main) of nervousness and if it didn't the dessert wouldn't taste as nice. All you can do is hope that turkey isn't on the menu.



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