My professional progression has been extraordinary over the past eight years and I have pursued every opportunity that has come my way. Serendipity was involved, along with my clear focus, persistence and...balls, really.
All week, I have looked forward to Saturday because I would know exactly how the interview process, that began two weeks ago, would move forward.
Ultimately, I may not land the job, but the short list? Please.
Preparing myself to receive this information, I paid attention to the smallest details. A fresh manicure and pedicure, careful deliberation over wardrobe and, of course, the right perfume. After testing several finalists, Sur le Nil by Hermes won out because it is serious but approachable, calculating but fresh. Its dry/soapy/woody/green goodness was perfect.
Friday the 13th has always been my lucky day. I was So Ready.
The day was spent in alert anticipation, fantasizing about how I would break the wonderful news to B-man. Everything from a touch of the dramatic ('do we have champagne?') to a text that simply said 'I'm in' was considered.
Late in the afternoon, returning to my office, I discovered a voice message from HR. With my heart racing and headache building, I fumbled around, entering my password. As soon as the recruiter began speaking, I knew.
I didn't make the short list.
After listening to the message two more times, to make sure, I just stood in the middle of my office, stunned. Slowly, I gathered my belongings and began the 10-minute trek out of the hospital to my car.
Then something happened that I didn't expect at all.
As I walked, each step felt a bit lighter. The headache that was pounding five minutes ago had disappeared. The muscles in my face and throughout my body relaxed. I couldn't deny it - suddenly, I felt free.
Everything's different now. I can finally just relax into work that I love and stop chasing the Next Big Thing. B-man and I can plan more travel and play time, without my being in the process of adjusting to a new role or pushing hard for the next one.
Before yesterday, I had decided to skip Sniffapalooza in October, but now, we're going to New York.
A champagne toast on the deck marked this new beginning.
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