There’s not much to it. I am. I worry so much, I stress so much, that I got sick. Really sick. I haven’t been sick since Jonathan and I started dating. He was my own personal immune system addition. Well, ok, there was the one time I got bronchitis, but that was me letting my allergies go unchecked. Aside from allergies and the occasional poor choice in food, I have not been sick with a real virus, one you get from other people, since we started dating.
When I got sick I asked him where his magic went. Two words from him, “Grad School.”
It’s true. I stress WAY more about grad school than it deserves. I am highly organized, I do all my reading, my paper was one three days before it was due. But I also worry about work. I worked in such hostile environments for so long (or if they weren’t hostile, they were SUPER stressful) that I worry about my job ALL THE TIME. I spend a lot of time thinking I am going to get fired. I have NO IDEA why they would fire me; I’m damn good at my job and I am not a crook. I still worry.
Anyway, I worried myself into the worst head cold I have had in three years. It still lingers. My professors were so understanding I thought for sure they were joking (I was told NOT to come to class and to get better). I still have 4 weeks to write 2 huge papers (if I write 4 pages a weekend (per paper) I am golden).
I told Jonathan all of this today. He said, “How are you going to do it?” (as in, not stress about work, at the very least).
“I don’t know, but I have to”