As someone who has always suffered from anxiety, I can tell you that I dread job interviews. They would literally keep me up at night. When I graduated from college and began my search for my first “big girl job,” every interview was a torturous 30 minutes where I felt like my anxiety had complete control.
After quite a few horrible (and I mean horrible) interviews, I got serious and figured out a few tricks to help keep my anxiety at bay. I went from a stuttering nervous idiot to “nailing the interview” according to my last employer. I’d like to pass on my knowledge because no one should let their anxiety stop them from getting their dream job. Continue reading “Surviving A Job Interview With Anxiety”
25! How fast 24 went by. My 24th year on this earth was 365 days filled with adventure and more traveling than ever before.
In the past year, I have ventured around Scotland; spent a day frozen in Philadelphia; lived in Australia; visited San Francisco and the neighboring vineyards; hiked Zion, Bryce Canyon, and the Grand Canyon; finally explored Tampa as a tourist, cheered in Nashville for a bachelorette party, and will spend my birthday weekend wandering around Chicago. Not to mention, I still have a move to Fort Lauderdale in October, a wedding to celebrate in Cancun in November; and Christmas carols to sing in the Virgin Islands in December.
It has been a nonstop whirlwind of adventures that will last until 2018 comes to an end.
Oh, The Places You’ll Go
In Scotland I spent 10 days exploring the country. I was able to see the cultural centers of Glasgow and Edinburgh as well as travel through the beautiful countryside with a Scotland native as my tour guide. I felt like I had fallen into Hogwarts at Glasgow University. I watched rivals England and Scotland face off in a rowdy bar. I walked the Royal Mile and climbed Carlton Hill in Edinburgh in the rain. I saw two castles and searched (without luck) for Nessie.
I spent a single-digit winter day in Philadelphia. My boyfriend and I froze as we waiting to see the Liberty Bell and wandered around Independence Hall. We had some killer food at Reading Terminal Market and numbly walked around the city center.
I fell in love with the land down under. I got to live half way across the globe in Melbourne, Australia even if it was just for two short months. I spent some time in Geelong with a long-lost cousin. I walked across the bridge and touched the Sydney Opera House. I saw kangaroos and famous surf beaches along the Great Ocean Road. I made friends from around the world. I got to live and fall in love with the Most Livable City in The Word, but I wasn’t done. Continue reading “A Year of Wandering in Review”
Her face tells it all. The way her eyes narrow in at you pointed in accusations. Her brows follow suit creating an arrow that points directly inside you stripping away at any veiled privacy you thought you had. The lip is pursed to one side slightly downward. But the biggest tell is the nose, and the way it crinkles just ever so slightly. She feels no remorse, no fear, and just waits. Her face unchanged from the hardened glare.
I stand in awkward silence attempting to gather the words, but nothing arises to the surface. I can feel my face glowing warmer with each passing second of silence. I feel suddenly lightheaded and oddly embarrassed.
“Nooo?” I respond with too much inflection after what sounds like the third “o”. In a small flicker of courage or perhaps stupidity, “Why?” I add before I can change my mind.
“No reason.” She dismissively waves her hand as she walks past me.
I am left standing in the hallway frozen by the terrifying interaction and left to wallow in endless thoughts of my last unanswered question. My socially awkward self will be forced to focus on that crazed interaction for the rest of the day.
Petite (adj.)- Often thought of as a woman who is short, small, tiny, skinny, thin, dainty, and many other similar adjectives.
Petite. I hate that word. I do not consider myself petite. I am short, yes. I have small feet, small hands, and a young face (but that’s a whole other topic). But I am certainly not petite, at least by modern standards. Although petite technically just means someone who is shorter, it certainly comes with a connotation of being super skinny or dainty in today’s world. I have played sports all of my life and have the body to show for it. I am not fat, but I have the arms of a swimmer and the legs of a soccer player. I have hips and boobs to match.
The “petite” that everyone tries to label me as just doesn’t fit in my mind. It feels almost insulting like they are basing this decision off of my height alone. They are trying to force me into a box that I will simply never fit into.
What?! What is it? I could feel the scream rising inside me. Boiling up to the surface as she looked me up and down once more. My calm exterior was shaken and the scream kept coming. It caught in my throat. As she said nothing and walked away, I swallowed it. Forcing down the anger that had been welling up inside of me for so long. My screams needed to come out. They needed to be released. Night after night, only my pillow knew my despair.