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It’s weird. I’m enjoying the non-work deal I have going on. The days seem so much brighter, the time much more personal, that I am afraid of going out and finding another job. Dad #1 doesn’t want me to. We’re set money-wise (thanks to the retirement settlement that I got) and have enough even to do fun things this summer. I have enough to go to school for two semesters, and maybe three, depending on how many classes I take. I’m not taking money from the Dads because of the retirement money. It’s, well, peaceful. And yet, there’s this underlining inside me that says I’m not worth anything without a job. I have no idea where this is coming from but it’s there apparently giving me nightmares. I’m trying to ignore it. I really don’t want another job until I’m completely ready. Right now I’m enjoying the freedom. Do you know how great it is that when we go to Disneyland twice this summer I don’t have to ask for the time off? Or when we keep going to SeaWorld? Freedom. It’s a wonderful thing.