Work. Work. Work.

So currently I am a therapist in a Continuing Day Treatment Center for people with severe and persistant mental illness (SPMI population). I enjoy my job. I am, however, learning that I have to step up my game a bit.
I have made it a point to not work too hard up to this point in my career. As a case manager, we were 'unofficially' alloted the opportunity to leave a bit early or come in a bit late if we had "appointments" in the community. You catch my drift. Now I am in the office. It's a nice office but I actually have to go outside to see the light of day. But I love my clients.
There has been a bit of stress amoung our team because there has been budget issues with our program and the talk of guaranteed layoffs for about a month. No conclusion has been made in terms of a new budget but there will be layoffs and we have had to cut a lot of the services we offer to people...have I mentioned I my borderline dislike for the current administration running our country? Anyway...
So in the lieu of all this, one of our therapist resigned. She is fantastic. She started and is the coordinator of the Young Adult program in CDT. They asked me to take over the position. I was hesitant. Initially I was focusing on the fact that it is a lot more work and stress for NO more money. But it's social work - that's life. I realized that the underlying uncertainty was in fact my self doubt. It's a big responsibility and a lot of working with the 'big wigs'...something I am not fond of.
Anyway, things have been moving along at work. I am excited about the new challenge and hoping I can keep myself together. It could serve as a major stepping stone for me because it is a higher 'ranking' position and looks good for the furture.
That's my work life, in a confused/excited/just fallen out a tree nutshell!