My Current Mountain/Mole Hill

I had no idea how comfortable my life had gotten until a few choices (good ones, I hope time will show) had the same effect of tossing a lit stick of dynamite into what seemed to be a bottomless pool. Now, a whole lot of stuff had been set loose, my lazy complacency is gone, and I am re-learning what it is like to move at my top speed.
One of the stirred up bits in my life is my scramble to go to grad school in the fall. Everyday, things are falling into place and that is starting to feel like it really will happen. Now my main worry there is how am I, the Empress of the Pack Rats, will move my junk to Tennessee. My family has pledged wonderful help, but with even that, I will have to *shudder* get rid of a few things. I'm trying not to whine too much, but my inner pack rat is having hysterics at the thought of selling even one item of the bargains I have so patiently gathered from local yard sales. I will do what I have to, but I don't have to fake happiness about it.
Another of the unstable things is that due to budgeting at my work, I am now hunting a new job. What has turned up, you ask? A clothing store that sells trendy ladies wear that a friend suggested was hiring. I admit that I know very little about wearing anything that remotely resembles being trendy, but what the heck, I dressed in my only pair of khaki pants and a sedate black shirt and applied. Halfway expecting a door alarm to go off when I walked in, one that revealed folks with a bit of the granola in their souls that makes them wear sandals and cut off shorts year round, but lo I did make it through the entrance and the interview without mishap. I might be selling trendy clothes in the near future. *gasp* I might even have to start wearing them.
Having written these things down, the "dynamite" seems less explosive and more like a small jab to get me up off my duff. I guess that's why blogs are popular, they help put things into focus. Less drama, more sense. Until the next stick is lit, at least.