It’s still the morning of day two of waiting for an update from CTS Canadian Career College about my placement. It’s been confirmed that I’m not the only student the school hasn’t been able to find a placement for, and it’s a significant enough issue that one instructor is now looking into it. Knowing this has helped a great deal, as did the distraction from two friends yesterday. They kept me occupied while I ripped out seams and tried on scrubs after a talented friend made alterations.
Unfortunately, today is a new day, and I feel like a liquid splatter just after it has hit a surface. While I’m grateful for the extra time to finish up the rest of the scrubs, I’m not enjoying the sensation I’m having as I write this with the rest of the day—and possibly the week—looming ahead. This waiting for something to happen is exactly what I was trying to get away from last September when I started classes. It’s ironic that I’m back here again.
I’m trying to focus on the good things: writing, blogging, setting up my marketing, and puttering around my apartment. I even roughly sorted a stack of index cards with terminology into bundles to go over. I’ve also been doing meditative deep breathing and thinking about my current knitting project: two-at-a-time toe-up socks on 2.75mm ChiaoGoo Lace circulars, using leftover yarn from a late knitting group member.
But the waiting still consumes my entire day. I think I’ve checked my school email forty times this morning and my phone every time a notification chimes. I’m not liking this place of waiting. If I’m not focused on something, I feel the familiar head-space of autopilot—the blank stare setting in.
It’s going to be a long, tedious day of bugging my friends WP and YM.
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