Life after the interview

Recently I interviewed for a job which for me would have been a promotion. Suffice it to say that I didn't get it. Nothing really changed as a result or maybe everything did change and I just haven't fully processed it yet. There is perhaps a part of me that is disappointed to a degree but mostly, I'm relieved. I am honest enough to admit that while I would have loved the challenge and am competitive enough to not only rise to the occasion but thrive with the challenge, I am not ready to take that step just yet. Does that make me a poor candidate or a strong one?

Prior to this interview I wrestled with things such as the dynamics of how my relationship would change if I got the job. My manager had asked me if I was prepared since she had quite a number of applicants. I was prepared, I was confident. I went into that conference room and walked out shinning like a brand new copper penny left out in the sun. So what went wrong? In the end, my tendency to think aloud by asking questions is what killed my chances. So you really can ask too many questions and they can be stupid.

However that is a very vague statement and offers poor perspective on this particular meal.

A few years ago I would have been very disappointed and thoughts regarding my insecurity would have bombarded my mind. Now I've come to the conclusion that I need to clearly think about my questions before I ask them. Perception is 99.9% of our make up whether we like it or not. Whether you learn by asking questions or tend to speak your thoughts aloud, the world will not forgive you such faux pas.

So in the end, this particular dish with the slight bitter after taste was rather enjoyable. I've learned that my talent with words, my ability to manipulate words to create something out of nothing extends from the creative fiction I pen to the professional business compositions I create every day. I learned that I have grown in the last few years. I am no longer that girl who only pretended and hid behind arrogance. I have confidence that comes from accepting that I walk to a different drummer, a tune that's completely mine. I won't apologize, simply keep walking this road.

And thus ends this day, with thoughts of growth rattling around in my head. I can safely say that I know myself better for having feasted on this meal. Perhaps I couldn't wash that slight bitter taste out of my mouth completely but I am glad for having tried this meal. Life is about perspective and we get to choose our own. Family and friends my impose their expectations on us but we are not obligated to live up to these expectations. Learn from life, drink the bitter nectar along with the sweet wine. In the end, thank God for being able to taste both and learning your preference. The more you taste, the more you drink of life, the better your palate becomes until you can actually begin to separate the lies from the truth.

Sincerely Yours