Emotional whiplash

November 30, 2023, 7:47pm, pacific standard time, hotel room in Bakersfield, California, USA. I hate feeling small and vulnerable. Yesterday, my supervisor sent me a 1:1 meeting invite for 8am today. That is fine, we have a lot to go over. But when it showed up on my calendar my initial thought was “something is wrong, I am in trouble.” I haven’t been able to relax since. My sleep was fitful and my mind is racing. I am vigilantly looking for signs of distress in every interaction. It is exhausting. I think I mentions this before but I am thin skinned. I avoid criticism at all costs because it feels so catastrophic. Oh well, either way it will start and end soon. Time to prepare. Update: 8:13am the reason my supervisor set up the 1:1 call was to let me know I got a promotion. I guess I got that one wrong.