A thought on my new job. I am essentially learning a new language by immersion. It’s scary. I think I’ll like it, but it’s scary. Come Friday I’ll be ready for a drink.

I keep trying to remind myself that out of all the applicants, they picked me. I passed the final with a great score. Now I just need to put it all together and find my process. This is what I do. This part is my forte. Or at least it was when I was in travel. Now I’m now so sure. Wish me luck. Heck, wish me strength, wish me fortitude, anything that will help.