So I’m in this place.
I intend to get right down to it and prepare for this interview tomorrow. But instead, I sent a few texts. Then I talked on the phone. For an hour. And a half. Then I made my kids a snack. And put them to bed. And read them a book.
All of this with a meaty intention of getting down to it, getting right down to it and preparing, researching, reading, investigating, searching all about this place I had applied to that happened to call me back and say, ‘hey, we’d like to meet with you’ and here I am and the day is finally almost here and I’m going to be spit-shiny ready with knowledge of all things knowable about the job and who I am and what I have to offer and everything nice and tight and perfect.
And then I spent some time searching for my son’s library book. Because his need for it was urgent and he said if he didn’t give it back tomorrow that we’d have to pay for it. And I’m not paying for some rinky-dinky book he picked up that’s been looked at and chewed on and probably touched 10,000 times over the course of 15 years that it’s been in his school’s library.
And I couldn’t find it.
So then I toasted a bagel and put cream cheese on it and ate it. And then I picked up the book I’d been reading and smoked some cigarettes out in the garage while reading the book. And the book is about the author writing about writing. And so here I am, really ready to get right down to it, buckle down and lean into it and really get focused on this preparing.
But when you read a book about a writer writing about writing, it’s kind of a tricky thing. Because writing is not something I find myself doing much of these days. Maybe it’s cause I’m avoiding. Not just this interview preparation, but alot of things. Alot-alot-alot of things. Things I’m avoiding right now as I write because I’m only referring to them as “alot-alot-alot” of things to emphasize the point that they are really big things and there are many of them but still I resist specifying what those really big, many numbered things are.
Because if I put them on paper (so to speak), then I have to move to the dealing phase. The recognizing, acknowledging, then handling these many numbered big important things. And as much as I’m ready to buckle down and handle this interview tomorrow, I’m not even remotely in the realm of pretending or fooling myself into believing that I might just be even the tiniest bit interested in diving into all THAT.
Therefore, to avoid the avoiding, I’ll focus on getting ready for tomorrow. Wish me luck on my great, big interview. I’m sure I’ll write about it.