When Waiting is the Hardest Part
i’m waiting to hear from them. again. three rounds of interviews after two months of silence, and i’m back to waiting. i have to wait one, if not two weeks, to hear if i got a position that would dramatically change my life. the last two weeks i waited to hear that i made it to the final round.
today was that final round, and now i’m back to waiting. i want to know what’s coming, to know how i can prepare and be ready for it when it does come. but instead i have empty days on my calendar that need to be filled somehow. i have hours that slip by one at a time, slowly gliding past my half-glazed gaze.
waiting is that hardest part, and i’m right here in the thick of it.