Why is it that interview schedules freak me out?
Honestly, I'm at a normal level of stress and then some lovely assistant sends me the final version of my itinerary and my head hurts and stomach aches and I frantically read papers and bios until I'm rather sick with the knowledge that these are the people who will judge me.
Why is it that I fixate on irrelevant factors?
I hardly think that my choice of sweaters or the fact that I brought a silver watch and a gold necklace (The worst has happened! They don't match at all!) is going to make or break the experience. My seminar slides are excellent. I want this job and could so do this job. But what if I decide on the black sweater with the pretty draping and they think I'm unprepared for the weather because of the 3/4 sleeves? Or if I wear the pink, will I look too frivolous and fluffy? More importantly, why can't I understand that it's a very minor decision?
Why do I struggle so to get started?
Today is a travel day. An easy drive, checking into the beautiful hotel and deciding between looking at art or shopping. Delightful - all good things. Yet I remain in my pajamas in my parents' living room, needing to walk my dog and take a shower and throw bags in the car. Just go. Honestly.
OK, going. Really. Soon.