I had a phone interview this morning. I didn’t tell anyone about it but the hubby. I go back and forth between wanting to spill to the world about our move and not mentioning anything to anybody. We’ve told some people without giving the date, some without the place and still some without the reason why. It’s a lot to mentally organize and remember who knows what and how much should be said. I have to catch my tongue with that dreaded permanent retainer stuck behind my bottom teeth. It’s the only way I know all of the thoughts swirling around my head aren’t spilling out of my mouth – during the office meeting, visiting the shop down the street or talking on the phone.
But then sometimes I say – “heck! why not?” And that’s what happened tonight when the hubby went to band practice. Just go for it. Who cares? Well, I care if it gets back to someone else before I tell them. And then I preceded to have a minor panic attack in my head. What if they say something to someone to someone who tells my boss? Ack!
I think I’m ready for this to be all out in the open. But then again, as soon as that happens, there really is no turning back.