I know that God would never put me through anything that I can’t handle, but I can’t help but feel intimidated and nervous about “growing up.” I know I’m willing, however, there seems to be a small part of my brain that is suffering from some serious self-efficacy issues. I was just informed that my interview for a position at the company I’m interning at will be at least 8 hours, at least- most likely longer. And I started thinking- “well how many questions do they need to ask to think that maybe I’m not the perfect “fit.” Ay ay ay- everything in me wishes I can fast forward, but logic tells me that it’s all a part of the process. I wish I had the perfect resume- the perfect set of skills- the perfect answers- too bad I don’t. I know, I know- be thankful you at least have this opportunity. End vent. Please disregard. I just needed my thoughts to be spilled into the abyss of the internet.
