September, well August really, always brings new things. The new fall schedule for school, work, and television. New clothes. New allergies. And I never handle these changes well. Syllabus day freaks me out. Allergies make my head pound. And all I long for is that we can go back to the relaxed schedule of the summer.
This fall held even more changes than normal. My usual relaxing summer was filled with nausea and morning sickness. As my first trimester ended, it switched to fatigue and occasional morning sickness. Pregnancy, it seems, does not agree with me, at least not this time around. We’re heading for irrevocable change.
But not just in babyland. I registered for graduation three weeks ago, and I don’t have any applications in the works. In 3 short months, I will be exceptionally overqualified for my current position. My husband’s in his final year of funding for his Ph.D. program and hopefully will be registering for graduation next Spring. In 8 months, he will be on to his next challenge. People ask what’s coming next. I ask what’s coming next. But we have no good answers.
My mom keeps reminding me of a quote fromJesus Calling: “Worrying comes from imagining a future without God in it.” And to some extent that’s true. I’m worried about jobs, about schedules, about health insurance, about coping. I know God will be there somehow. I’d just like some more details on the how (and maybe the when and where).