ah, the pleasures of the artist ego...
i'm suddenly having one of those "maybe i shouldn't have said that" days when you second-guess yourself (or at least how you've presented yourself) at every turn. one of those days when i worry that i've stuck my foot in my mouth somehow, or that i didn't respond to an email quickly enough, or that i didn't use the correct lingo, or that i've over-looked something important and will spend the rest of the day walking around feeling embarrassed of myself. it's probably due to the fact that i've got a job interview later today and, for however charming and confident i appear, those things are nerve-wracking. interviews are scary. i always end up thinking i wore the wrong dress, said the wrong thing, giggled when i shouldn't have, or that i somehow managed to offend the person i'm supposed to be trying to impress. i end up cringing at myself as i make the long, self-conscious walk back to the car. this interview is particularly daunting because i really, really, really want this job. it's in my field, it's a prestigious place, and the fact that (if i get it) i'd be working in an environment where my degree would be appreciated has got my guts tied up in knots. i mean, there's not many jobs in the world where a degree in painting earns respect and having a job like that would be amazing. so... i'm on edge and feeling a bit over-sensitive, i suppose. things that wouldn't usually worry me, are. good thing i've got a couple hours to go. i need a long, hot shower and maybe even a quick jog around the block.
these texts are an archive of my life in the San Francisco Bay Area from march 2007 - march 2015. it stands as a record of close to a decade of my life, charting the struggles i faced as an artist, daughter, and lover. messy and chaotic at times, eloquent and poetic at others, these texts are an index i am proud of. it was here in this electric box that i learned how to be honest about my experiences and the person i needed to become. it was here that i first learned the truism that words make the world and how to trust such a beautiful, rife, hard fact.
6 comments:
Good luck!
Don't worry--they want to talk to you (they called you!). Just be yourself and you'll be great.
Maybe you already know this, but I didn't until recently--a friend of mine told me to write a thank you note directly after the interview, and mail it on the way out so that it gets there the very next day.
You'll do great! :)
thank you! i needed the vote of confidence!
that's a wonderful idea and i will definitely use it. :)
Oh I'm thinking good thoughts for you! And I'm sure you'll do or did great. I've been feeling overly sensitive today and yesterday but I'm sure it's hormones :)arghh Reading about how you've been waking up early is inspiring Angela and even though I love sleep, reading about how your getting your art and exercise done sounds like a really good thing.
I send you strong positive energy...SO hope they are smart enough to choose you!!!
heather-
i love sleep too. this is a whole new thing for me. i am a total night-owl. it's just been working out so well! who knew! i messed up and slept in a bit today but i'll be back on the early-bird train tomorrow morning. coffee has become my bestest best friend.
sMAC-
thank you, thank you, thank you! :) it went really, really well. my finger's are crossed and i'm hoping for the best.
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