I was riding Metro to work Thursday
morning when I realized that precisely a year before I was getting ready for a
job interview. The
interview, in fact, that brought me to the District They Call Columbia.
It was also the last
time I spoke with my BFF: I walked back to my hotel after the interview,
kicked off those interview shoes and dialed her to report on the whole thing.
How I actually enjoyed talking with
the panel of seven, was psyched up by the challenge, loved being in the city in
October. She was drifty because of the morphine, but nonetheless expressed her
excitement, and made a joke about my one competitor for the job.
Our last laugh.
It’s been a taxing year since
that day, and I’m only now starting to feel like I might be getting my head
around what I need to do, how to frame my communications, where I need to be.
Many rivers to cross, of course, but I can do it.
So today I’m grateful for the
way things finally came together, and for the opportunities ahead.
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