I have been busy preparing for an exciting interview that’s coming up on Tuesday. It’s the first time I have ever applied for a job that didn’t involve being someone’s assistant. Yes, this is ‘only’ an Internship, but if I’m successful, I’ll be working for different departments within the company and writing a daily blog about my experience in each one. It’s a dream job for me.
Also, if I do get the Internship, I get to meet the owners of the company … who just happen to be Theo and Peter from Dragon’s Den!
I am impossibly, ridiculously, exponentially excited.
You see, this wasn’t my destiny. Forty years old and my life is now going in a new direction.
I was never meant to go to University. It was never even discussed when I was at school. No-one in my family had gone, so why would I? So when I did leave school, I went to college for a year and yes, I did well. But it was a college course where I learnt to be a secretary when what I had really wanted to do was a Travel & Tourism course. I wanted to see the world, but Mum had always been a secretary and it was what she wanted me to do. She said she wanted me to always “have a career to fall back on,” and now I’m a parent, I can see where she was coming from. I was 17 and wanted to make her happy.
It ended up being my job for 18 years.
I have always had big dreams, just very little self-belief. I don’t think I’m alone in doubting myself, particularly after having gone through a bitter divorce, but I have always felt that one day, somehow, I could make something special happen, however small. Hey, it’s a work in progress!
My point is this – an interview for an Internship means everything to me because it’s proof that I am who I always thought I was – deep down. I am someone who always gets back up after being knocked down (can be a curse and a cure.) A ‘fighter’ is clichéd, but it’s true. Must have a high pain threshold I suppose!
Like I said, I’m lucky. I now have the confidence and desire to seek out new challenges and even at forty, it’s not too late for me. Things don’t always go the way I want them to mind you, but at least I’m living again.
So, come Tuesday, I will be dusting my suit off, I will attempt to tame my mad, red hair and I will do my best to impress, and if I don’t succeed, it won’t be for want of trying – maybe I won’t be right for this position. There will be other opportunities.
But I’m going to give it a damn good go and just keep on, keeping on. It’s just what I do.