Feeling his presence in the air

Surprisingly, this week I have been a little calmer about residency. I haven't heard back from Dr. T and maybe ignorance is bliss? I can't separate my intuition from anxiety. What is my gut saying? I don't really know. I am hopeful, but also cautious. He could crush my dreams in one email and then I have to be content with making what I am making for a while. Lord, I pray that you make a way for me to have my debt paid off. Though I do want to be a psychiatrist, I don't want it to be the thing that ends me. Should I email him back? He's probably busy with orientation and the start of intern year. What if I get bad news? At least I will know. 

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