The last few weeks, I have a been filled with optimism. I have been getting phone calls, and emails with requests for interviews. So far, no offers, but that is okay. It is my belief that the more interviews I do, the closer I get to where I’m suppose to be. In a city like New York, where I imagine the competition is fierce, I believe that you have to make the most out of every opportunity. And never put all your eggs in one basket, the disappointment really stings when it doesn’t work out.
I’ve gotten more confident with my interviews. I no longer feel nervous, no matter the company or the position. Whether I’m being interviewed by one person or two. In one of my interviews, the manager actually commented on how comfortable I appeared. This was not the case in the beginning. The very thought of an interview made me nervous. I’m talking sweaty palms, and shaky voice. I no longer feel that I have to spend a long time rehearsing. Too many times, I’ve rehearsed in a mirror, only for my answers to not come out the way I want or for the questions I prepped for not be asked. Now, I’m not saying you shouldn’t prepare, and rehearse, because you should. However, for me, things flow more easily when I wasn’t talking like I memorized a script.
I am thankful for every opportunity I get to interview for a position. While I haven’t received any offers yet, I look at where I was when I started this process, and I really have come a long way.
The roads are clear
Yet you can’t see.
They say the path is clear for you to go
but your unsure with way to turn
Fogged your own instinct, and a war between self conviction
The path maybe clear, but you can see
Easily it is not given
A betrayal our greatest fear
Relieved that someone understands but,
Not before you own fear assail you
Everyone is flawed you surmise
Doubt now lingers in your mind
I hope I’m heading in the right direction
At every turn I question my decision
Eager for something to point the right way
Doubt and confusion overwhelm me every day
Onward I go, casting aside my trepidation
Peaceful and serene
Power that will impose fear
Respect for your grace
Its Valentines Weekend! A store in my neighborhood put out their Valentines items after Christmas. I’m talking the day after. I’m guessing they couldn’t wait.
So there’s a lot of excitement this weekend, versus last weekend. I hear conversations of big plans, and excitement from people with some high expectations. So there are some people that take this weekend very seriously. Its sort of a big deal for them.
I often wonder if these plans and gifts would mean the same thing if it were another weekend, or another day. Is the necklace from your boyfriend on valentines day more special because he gave it to you on Valentines day, versus the bracelet he got you because he saw it in the window, and it reminded him of you? Are your plans for the weekend exciting mainly because it is Valentines Day weekend versus say, the following weekend? I’ve had these conversations with friends. Answers seems to vary depending on whether or not you happen to be single or in a relationship that particular year.
What we typically see on the days leading up to Valentines Day or the day itself is, a) the person who has everything riding on on this day. Its make or break for their relationship. b) The person who is bummed because they are have no one, and well, the day really sucks for them.
How about every one relax, and enjoy it in their own way. Don’t put much so much pressure on your beau that you forget how wonderful he is. And by the way, ladies don’t forget you can do something special for the guys as well.
If your single, there’s nothing wrong with being single. Yes, even on Valentines Day. There is nothing wrong with you. If you want to make it bit more interesting, love yourself some more that weekend. Spoil yourself if you want to. Get that manicure and pedicure, that massage you’ve long for, get your hair done because you want to. Get your girls together, go out and dance like no one is watching. Have a good time. Don’t take it all so seriously, and just have fun.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Transporter.”
Old school reggae music brings me back to the period of my childhood before I moved to America. I’ve lived most my life as an American citizen, and most of my memories of living in Jamaica are hard for me to remember. What I do remember was the fun, no matter how things were. I remember the hardness, and simplicity of life. I remember dreaming of America. I remember just how care free and innocent I was.