I'm nearing twenty six now, and I still fall short of everything I'd hoped I'd achieve... but still every night I lie awake, thinking of tomorrow and all it's endless possibilities.
I did something uncharacteristically brave yesterday. I applied for a job that I'd actually enjoy. To the few people I mentioned it to I said that it was over my head, beyond my abilities. In truth, I don't really think it is. To be completely honest I think I'd be great at it.
But I'll try not to dwell on it. The ad was three weeks old, and I only stumbled upon it by accident as I was re-searching retail jobs after my last payslip didn't quite meet my hopes.
Usually I feel that I can sell myself and almost anything through my words... but reading back what I'd sent in for the application made me cringe. I feel a great deal of shame when my writing reads messy. And I needed my words to sell me, cause I've got nothing on paper worth a damn.
Ah well, maybe next time. At least I've grown the balls to dream bigger.
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