I’m officially in full-blown fret mode right now.

My schedule for Monday’s trip to the college is looming large.  First, I meet with the search committee and dean.  After lunch, I’ll deliver a 30-minute lecture to a group of students and faculty, then it’s a campus tour (they’ve added a few new buildings since I graduated), then a meeting with the provost and vice president, and more.

There’s nothing in the schedule that has me scared or feeling inadequate, but the whole “get a new job”  thing is so important that I feel morally obligated to expend huge amounts of nervous energy.  I bought a new shirt to wear because I couldn’t decide from the ones already hanging in my closet.  I’ve gone over my lecture notes and Power Point presentation a dozen times or more.  I’ve told myself to stop thinking about it to no avail.  Yes,  this is full fret mode.

Maybe I’ll make myself a nice cup of herbal tea and look for some soothing wind chimes to listen to.  Or maybe I’ll just go over everything again and fret about it all night.  I’m an expert worrier.