So I have an interview on Monday for another job. I’m nervous. Like, really nervous. This is my first ever physical interview, and I’ve basically been hovering around my mirror practicing my pitch like my life depends on it. Lol. I catch myself repeating the same introduction over and over again, trying to sound hireable, and also trying not to forget my own name in the process.
The funny thing is, I didn’t even shake this much when I was defending my seminar work in school. That one felt serious, yes, but this one feels different. A little more personal and real. Like this is the kind of moment that decides what comes next.
I think what scares me the most is the unknown.
What if I don’t say the right things? What if I walk in and suddenly forget everything I’ve prepared? What if they ask me something I didn’t expect and my brain just blanks? My mind has been doing all sorts of dramatic rehearsals of worst-case scenarios but at the same time, I’m hopeful.
Because it’s also possible that I walk in there, do my best, and it’s enough. That I answer questions and surprise myself. That I leave the room and something good comes out of it. That possibility is what I’m holding on to.
It’s strange how fear and hope can sit side by side like that. I’m scared of not getting the job, but I’m also deeply wishing for it. I want it. I want the experience, the growth, the chance to prove to myself that I can show up in positions like that and not fall apart. Also I just want to keep updating my CV.
For now, I’m just preparing, practicing, breathing, and trying not to overthink every single thing. And if you’re reading this, please wish me luck. I think I might need it.