The Unimaginable

I am creative. I can create stories in my head. The other day my friend/co-worker said something about a movie and I misheard her to say 'north' or something and in 2 seconds had come up with a possible storyline of a made-up movie that does not exist. So I can imagine things, yes.

However, I did not think it possible for me to have a good job at this age. I didn't bother applying for so many jobs and for so many scholarships and for so many opportunities because I KNEW that I would never get it, so what's the point, right?

right?

WRONG.

So my mom convinced me to apply for a job as office assistant at the ministry. It sounds amazing and like a wonderful opportunity and all I had to do was send her my resume. Then I got an interview. I was shocked, but figured they must just interview everyone. Then I got to the second stage and now I'm in a place that is unimaginable, by me at least. No, I do not have the job, but I may get it and even if I don't the fact that I wouldn't have even applied if the opportunity hadn't not only forced itself into my hands like an envelope but actually fluttered away and mailed itself. I still can't believe it and so even if I don't make it past this part of the process the fact that I came close is enough. It's amazing and unbelievable and incredible and what an eye-opener.

It's not like everything is settled even if I do get the job though. It's going to be hard and long hours and working with a lot of different types of people. I'm going to majorly have to step out of my comfort zone and will be thrown into a world that I'm not accustomed to and will be behind in, but I'm up for the challenge.

It reminds me of one of my favourite quotes:

"Whether or not you think you can, you're right."