Well, hello there. How YOU doin?
(said in your most Joey-from-Friends Italian voice possible. Giggle).
It’s June 2011. It’s been six months since your first day at the new job.
You started out confident, I’m proud of you.
You tested your chops at first, and then just let ‘er rip (because you need to, especially before your boss went on maternity leave in April).
You had some big rocks. And you had some failures (but those were good learning experiences).
You flew to California. A lot.
Like, 12 times. At least. (but at least you hung out with fun bloggy friends a lot, too)
And you took a trip to Mexico with M in February, and it was amazing. Just what you needed to recoup (and get some sun. And you worked hard so you felt good in that bathing suit. Give yourself some credit).
You realized that although it seemed so hard at first. The constant travel. The week-long trips away from your family, your cats and M. It took a toll on you, but also on M. But he supported you through it, even when it was hard.
And you had some fun, too. Figuring it out along the way, and letting go just a little bit more. Putting that game face on and realizing that you’re no longer ‘faking it’ but you’re makin’ it. You are strong, confident and know your shit.
You did it.
You stayed uncomfortable probably 99% of the time. But it pushed you to succeed.
I knew you had it in you, even when you wanted to cry on your third day of work because you were tired, homesick, and feeling stretched.
You’re there. You got this.