I have a confession to make.
I have been keeping secrets from y’all.
Big secrets. Secret secrets.
Some of them are so big and so secret that I can’t even tell you about them yet. (I promise I will soon.)
But I can tell you the first one today.
About a month ago, I got dressed up and went into town for a job interview. My third interview with this particular company, in fact.
A third interview is a big deal, guys. There’s a lot of pressure. And a lot of people to impress. Especially if you want the job as much as I did. So, the whole 45 minute drive into town—I’ve mentioned I live in the middle of absolutely nowhere—I was praying. And worshiping. And reciting scripture. And basically doing anything and everything I knew how to do to keep my anxiety from bursting out and swallowing me whole before I got to the interview.
Because it’s really not a good first impression when you’re visibly panicking while trying to greet people and hold a conversation.
I made it all the way to the parking lot before I started to freak out. Actually, I made it onto the sidewalk. Like, I made it far. Cause I’m a warrior, y’all. The trouble was, I still had to go inside and actually make it through the interview, which, considering the previous interviews, could have gone anywhere from an hour to two hours.
Which, for an introvert, is a long time to smile and talk to people.
Do you know what ended up giving me courage? You’re going to laugh.
It was Kate DiCamillo, and her wonderful, wonderful book, The Tale of Despereaux.
Specifically, this line:
“Once upon a time,” he said out loud to the darkness. He said those words because they were the best, the most powerful words that he knew and just the saying of them comforted him.
I said it to myself as I went through the doors, and while I smiled and talked with the receptionist, and while I sat and waited for my interviewer to come and retrieve me.
Once upon a time.
Once upon a time.
She was right. Just the saying of them comforted me.
In case you’re wondering, I made it into the interview without panicking. And I sat and talked with twelve people all at once, several of whom had skyped in so they could get a look at me. I smiled and answered questions and asked semi-intelligent ones myself, and when it was over I walked out feeling courageous.
For an introvert who, ten years ago, couldn’t look an adult—or almost anyone else—in the eyes, that was pretty brave.
And yes, after a month of waiting with bated breath, they offered me the job. So how’s that for courageous?
What is something particularly courageous that you have done lately? Brag to me in the comments! I’d love to hear about it!