I’m going to tackle a tough topic today. One that has been plaguing me for quite a while now.
Ok, so some of you might prefer to skip on to the next blog as this one might not apply to you. But for many of us, having or lacking confidence means the difference between a manageable day or a great day.
In the past two weeks, I’ve gone on two interviews. The first one with a manager who told me she liked me and thought I would work for the position. My confidence soared. After a year of searching for a job, I thought I finally snagged one.
But then she told me she wanted me to meet her boss. “He’s good at reading people,” she said.
Not a problem, I told myself. I’d already aced her interview—how hard could the next one be?
My confidence built as I drove the twenty miles to meet this man who I needed to impress. I wore my best going-to-an-interview outfit, applied new make-up and bolstered myself with positive thoughts and words.
After ten minutes of talking with him, I felt the first drops of my confidence melting.
A week later, and no call, my confidence is now a pile of bones in the corner.
A roller coaster. A ski slope. A fast-moving highway. A dark tunnel. Pick one. That’s the confidence ride.
If you are a job seeker, a new mother, a writer, a new employee—the list goes on—you know what I mean when I say this: My confidence is either going to carry me through or let me down.
In this case—it let me down and I don’t like it one bit.
But I know why.And therein lies the problem.
I’m trying to do it all on my own. I’m my biggest cheerleader and critique all at once.
The guy hated me. I shouldn’t have brought up the hours. I’m a real idiot for asking a question . . .
Get my picture? I’m sure God does. I’m sure he’d like to remind me where my confidence needs to come from every day. And you know what? I think I might just let him have a try because I can't do it myself anymore.
Where is your confidence coming from today?