God, Jobs and Mint Ice Cream

I had an interview the other day. I thought I killed at it. Got tons of laughs and smiles and what-not. They seemed to really enjoy me. Despite the fact that there was 3 people taking turns grilling me about my teaching and organization skills, I was surprisingly calm. I was confident. A rarity. One of my huge things is worrying til I get grouchy and no one wants to be around me unless they're bearing a pint of my favorite ice cream. So I kept telling myself to not worry about whether I got the job. Don't freak out! Just give it to God because he'll take care of me no matter what. That's another one of my issues. It's hard to trust that God will take care of me and that I'll be okay. Which is stupid right? I mean, I'm fairly sure that the creator of the freakin' universe can handle my issues. I didn't get the job. And it sucks! I was disappointed but I didn't crumple into a ball. I just keep reminding myself that something else will come along and I'm gonna be fine.