Today was going to be my day.
The day I would finally get my dream job. The job I've been running after for about six months now, and that my father would so insistently remind me that I would never get. He had no faith in me and my capabilities and never failed to show me how much of a disappointment I was to him. Every time I got a new opportunity, he would always, but ALWAYS pull me down, and discourage me.
So, this time I didn’t even tell him I got thru the first round of interviews at a very prestigious architectural firm. This way he couldn’t, so masterfully, point out all my insecurities, making me doubt my worth. This was like a little bomb that he would implant in my brain in the shape of a small, almost innocent, comment, that would tic louder and louder as minutes and hours went by, ultimately exploding making me fail or give up because I just wasn’t good enough.