the holy trinity
the holy trinity
every sunday i sulk around and clean the entire apartment and pick up 3-5 new hobbies so i dont have to think about going to work the next day because i always get so nervous i feel so new still and like i should be helping a lot more but can’t quite get there yet
i came in and i made a gotv plan for one of my clients and sent it to my boss for input and she FORWARDED IT TO THE WHOLE TEAM as an example of what they should do for their clients and holy shit i could cry right now. i don’t suck! i know what i’m doing maybe! i can take a nap on Sundays again probably!
What are Gabrielle? We just don’t know (?)
I’m half blonde and I have falafel. All is well.
a girl who just moved to this town and went to my undergrad and then did the program that brought me here wants me to meet for coffee to help her prep for an interview and has had me look over CVs and resume and advise her on a number of things and I’ve been somewhat doing this for a while (being a mentor in professional programs etc) but finally I feel like I can speak from a place of legitimacy because I 100% feel like this is exactly where I’m supposed to be right now in my career which I take very seriously and wow. feels fucking good to know that the tears and sleepless nights and pages and pages of research and writing and working and the grind is beginning to pay off. like there was a seriously good chance I would never *EVER* be able to say that but I am at such peace in my life now (tbh thanks to this job) that it’s quite amazing, I feel so privileged and I swear that if I ever feel like every single day I go to work I’m not working to make sure that as many people as possible in the world can feel this way about their life that I will quit and start over all the fuck over again if I need to. and this is why I’m trying to help this random ass stranger girl who desperately messaged me on Facebook after seeing me in a group in our field asking for help.
im in such a spot on the one hand new towels and shoes and bras and stuff to blonde myself are all waiting for me downstairs but im just… too, too fucked up to go face the conceirge lady since shes so sweet and perfect and reminds me of my mom and i just, can’t face her like this. it’s devastating but also very true.