dirty laundry

Note: I just survived a once-in-a-hundred-years-earthquake, successfully dodged a hurricane, and fought my way through an intense ten week training program. Most importantly, I’m listening to Bon Iver and might be a bit tipsy. It’s time to get touchy-feely. Grab a drink.

It’s been one hell of a summer.

Six cities, practically living with nineteen new friends, a million iterations of a million PowerPoint decks, countless hours of research, practice, and exciting nights out… all for what?

I’d like to believe that I’ve accomplished what our managers wanted all of us to do: become a rockstar presenter; professional, polished, prepared to succeed in the corporate world. And perhaps I am some of those things, or at least much closer than I was three months ago. 

But I wonder, lying here in my barely-furnished apartment meant for two, if I’m really going to make it out here in the ‘real world’. I’ve come out the other side of this program feeling less confident and more alone than I’ve felt since the fall of 2006. 

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