A day late

Yesterday was full of running – running to work, running home, running to get dinner, running a quick errand, and then running to the show, before coming home and passing out. The show was amazing. It was such a great time. It wasn’t his usual concert – he broke it down more into a kind of a Storytellers set. He talked about each song in between – when he wrote it, what was going on in his life, etc. – and really made the audience connect with the music. It was just… amazing.

I have big news. I have an interview on Monday. It’s with one of the local health systems. They called on Thursday to set it up, and it’s Monday morning. I’m pumped. Nervous. Excited. Hopeful. I tried on my suit last night to make sure it fits (it does), I’ve got my references in a row, I’ve gone over the job description twice to make sure I’m square on it (I’ll do this again probably tonight and make notes this time), I’ve got a list of questions to ask. I feel like I’m as prepared as I could be. But I’m scared. Am I good enough? Can I do this? While we’ve done a lot of work on it in therapy, those old demons keep coming back, maybe not as strong as they used to be, but they’re still there.

I’m not going to put all of my eggs in one basket – Monday night I’m going to keep applying in case this doesn’t pan out, and I’m trying to not get ahead of myself, but I have a good feeling about this. I’m capable, I’m well educated, I can do this. Fingers crossed.

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