|So long, old life! You were strange and sometimes wonderful.|
My head is spinning. I'm curious about every little thing that's going to happen to me tomorrow. And I guess that's the source of my anxiety today…not that I think I can't do this, but rather, right now, I can't even picture my tomorrow.
I've spent much of today just trying to imagine what my new desk will look like, and what we'll talk about at lunch time.
(What will I talk about at lunch time? People seem to think I'm fun, but not everyone gets me at first. My plan is to just be nice and see what these people are like. They're a creative bunch, so these should be my kind of people, right? … See--I'm not going to get any sleep tonight.)
The last time I started a new job, I still lived with my parents, didn't know how to drive car, and wore long, straight hair down to my butt. (I brushed it to death, every morning.) I was a 22-year-old, and a very young one at that. I didn't know how to sound like an adult on the phone or contribute to a meeting.
But over the next decade, I'd learn how to run meetings, hire good people, and make sure great people could succeed. So this time, with a whole phase of my career under my belt, I'm going in to my new job as someone who's supposed to be an expert.
Sometimes I feel nervous about that. It's a lot of pressure.
Other times, I feel a sense of relief--because I chose this job because it's what I'm good at doing.
I guess there's nothing left to do right now except go to bed and wake up curious but ready.
Wish me luck!