I came to realize this week several things.
1) I am unwittingly becoming a helicopter parent. I have no idea why…well, I kind of know. I’m squeamish and try to avoid the dangerous things…sharps, and the Dutch. My boy doesn’t know any better so I try to keep him relatively safe. Each attempt is small and inconsequential, but over a day or week they add up very quickly.
2) my interview skills are terrible. Getting interviews is easy, but I get tongue tied, and entirely tell the truth…maybe too much truth. I’m getting to where the more I struggle to express my ideas and skills, the harder it becomes. I know what questions will be asked and prepare for them, but my words fail constantly. Is this where I will end up? Taking base low paying gigs because I can’t sell my talents properly?
3) I’m never going to grow up, I think. There comes a point where you decide to shape up and become something else other than who you are. Married, kid, and still think of myself as if I was a teenager. That may sound great, but there are times it must seem like I’m a creepy old man. That’s not me – I’m a dirty young/middle aged guy. There is a huge difference, apparently.