ExCet.

I have been torn about whether or not to report my 'gut feeling' about the exam.
What if I go all 'arrogant' and say I aced it and find out later that I really didn't?
I don't want to pop off and say I passed - only to find out that there's perhaps no one who has ever scored quite so low...

I did feel good about it though.

So for the next couple of weeks, ignorance will continue to rule my thoughts about the exam.
I will be blissfully hopeful.
But if at any point during the next few weeks you catch me playing my Air Guitar or doin' the Roger Rabbit - you will know that I have received good news.

Next week, I will take the second portion of my cert. exam.

I don't know why I have always been the kid who sat up all night before the first day of school.
Literally making myself sick over what would happen the next day. Counting pencils. Rustling through notebooks. Academia defined me. I was the third child. I needed to have 'my thing.' I guess school was my thing. Now that I have been out of school for so long, I am not accustomed to the whole, Pass/Fail thing. It makes me anxious.

It would seem like everything that comes up that is somehow outside of my regular pattern of life makes me crazy for a little while. Heartburn, acne, insomnia, nightmares, heart palpitations, nail biting - I have an absolute adverse physical reaction to stress.
Anxiety. To some people it's just a word. It would seem to me, it's a self-made prison.

Peace. An elixir from heaven. Just can't say enough about it!
Need some Anxiety Elixir to cool my jets!