Like all young graduates, I had spent the past year being asked if I
was "freaking out" for being a 'real adult' with my first job. I took
pride in my blase response. What was there to freak out about? One day
I'll be 50 & retired, both shamed by & envious of my dread of my
first job.
Besides it's exciting to find oneself at
the beginning of new things. A recap of recent happenings at work &
the break-up of my 2 best friends, suddenly it occur to me, I could be
freaking out a little. Maybe I need a break. But I've been working for
only 6 months.
