This summer, I did crazy things:
- I tried to get an internship with my favorite website, Verily. My professor's wife writes for Verily and even married off one of the founders to her brother. I asked her to put in a good word for me and drafted a short email listing my qualifications and interest in web writing. It would be my dream come true to work behind-the-scenes for Verily. She passed along my information. I haven't heard anything back from them, but at least they know that some random girl who adores Verily is willing to run to Starbucks and edit their articles for them.
- I asked for an editing position at my office. My boss created an editing position that sounded right up my alley...but he wanted to keep me on as a writer only. Every time he brought up the editing position, I tactfully said that I'd love to take the position. I couldn't believe the words were coming out of my mouth (am I too bossy? too pushy? too ungrateful?), but they did.
- I hosted a live Google hangout. I want to get into webinars someday, so I forced myself to do a casual live hangout. Speaking in front of my people isn't exactly out of my comfort zone, but speaking extemporaneously is my worst nightmare. (I actually practiced for an hour with a webcam before going live.) You all encouraged me so much. I made note of what I need to improve on and what I did well, and am excited to try again. But I still haven't worked up enough courage to watch the replay.....
- I started a book, a blog, and a business. None of them came to fruition, but I went for it, anyway -- and I'll finish one of them after I graduate.
This summer, I found myself thinking, "I'm proud of myself" (when did that ever happen?). I'm proud of myself for stepping out of my comfort zone and just doing something. As a cautious, prudent planner, it's hard for me to learn and do new things. What if I fail? What if somebody thinks I'm stupid? What if somebody gives me pointers for improvement?
Looking incompetent keeps me from getting where I want to go and doing what I want to do. I wanted to explode this fear of incompetency, so I made it a point this summer to make myself do hard, uncomfortable things with a high failure rate.
But you know that editing job? I landed it.
What crazy things have you done?
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