Because I am goofy.
I sat outside Tuesday night, smoking a cigarette and thinking about my life. I had everything packed and was ready go to the lake the next morning with my family to spend the night on my grandparents’ campsite. The lake has become a sacred place to me since we lost my grandfather; I feel closer to him there than anywhere else. Every time I’ve gone up there this summer, things have become clearer to me, and I found myself at peace. As I sat there thinking about the trip and my own problems — finding a job, starting school, kicking off my writing career — I suddenly thought, “In two days, everything will be okay.”
I almost tweeted it. I used to tweet every single thought, but lately I’ve been on Twitter more and more sporadically. Sometimes I won’t check my @’s for days. The thought was so strong, so urgent that I wanted to tweet it. I started to, then decided not to, because sometimes I’m slightly superstitious and didn’t want to jinx myself. Not long after, I completely forgot about the thought.
Two days later, after sleeping in a tent on the campsite and eating breakfast, I checked my phone to see if it had finished charging so that I could pack up the charger. There was a new voicemail and a number I didn’t recognize, so I called my voicemail, thinking it was probably a doctor’s office or something. The call was to set up an interview at a place I’d applied to a couple of months ago. I couldn’t believe it. I called and set up a time for an interview, then when I hung up, I remembered the thought:
“In two days, everything will be okay.”
I wanted to tweet that I had a job interview, but again, didn’t want to jinx myself. So I didn’t. Instead, I went home and took a shower. I didn’t lay out clothes because let’s be honest — I’ve had clothes laid out for weeks! I went to bed relatively early, set my alarm for the morning, and calmed my excitement until I fell asleep. Then, early this afternoon, I went for my interview.
And I think I’ve got it.
Even if for some reason I don’t get it — it’s pending a background check and a call to my references, which will come back fine because I am boring — I now have a sense of hope. It’s my birthday month. Coincidence? I think not. This is my month.
I’ve been waiting for this feeling for a long, long time.
PS: I’m working on a new writing project that will soon be available to read online, for free. It’s an ongoing story about five people living in the same condo complex, set in the same town as Sade on the Wall. I’ll let you know more… soon. 
