twenty-something

Opportunity knocked. And I said, "No thank you."

Today I withdrew my candidacy from that Boston job I thought I wanted, the one I sent a bad resume to, the one I had a lukewarm interview with. And after all that fuss, I ended up pulling out before seeing it through.

I had been invited back for a second interview last Friday, and I spent the days since on the fence. My sense is that I would've gotten the job. All I had to do was win over a Dean I wasn't able to meet at my first interview. It would've been a decent job at a good school, in the city I love, and I decided to pass.

My gut was saying no. I figured I ought to listen.

Afterall, my gut has gotten me where I am now, which, despite the fact that I am looking for a change, is a pretty good place.

My gut told me not to go into massive amounts of debt to study journalism at Boston University back in 1998. It had me leave the University of Rhode Island, where I ended up instead of BU, after a wild Freshman year. It forced me back to Vermont, back to school, after a semester off spent working at a grocery store. And, finally, it made me to quit a respectable job as a high school English teacher, just a month before it was to start, and come back to Burlington, in hopes of landing the job I currently have.

I have to trust that my gut knows me better than I know myself.

The job I passed on would've been great, I have no doubt. And I would've done well in it.

But I know it wasn't me.