So, apparently I have another job interview this Monday. I’ll be honest: I tend to look at the qualifications for a job and immediately think, Well, I don’t have ALL of that, so clearly I am a fraud and should probably withdraw my application.

But then I remember something very important…

THEY CALLED ME.

So apparently I did something right. The interview is for an Accessibility Technician position at the local college. Basically, the job involves evaluating, improving, and making sure digital technologies, learning environments, and course materials are accessible and inclusive for students, faculty, and staff.

I think I could do it.

Do I know absolutely everything about accessibility technology? Nope. Am I going to walk in there pretending I have 47 years of experience and personally invented accessible PDFs? Also nope.

But I can learn. I’m good at figuring things out, I care about doing things correctly, and I actually like the idea of helping make things easier and more accessible for people. Besides, the interview is basically them saying, “Hey, come talk to us,” and me saying, “Okay, sure!” So I guess we’ll see where that goes.

There is also a job fair in the next town over on Tuesday. I texted Alex and suggested that we should both go check it out. I think it could be worth going, even if neither of us finds a job immediately. At the very least, we can see what kinds of positions are available, talk to employers, and get a feel for what companies are actually looking for.

That makes me wonder, though: Should I print copies of my resume for the job fair? Would that even be a thing anymore? Or am I going to show up with a stack of paper while everyone else is standing around scanning QR codes? Everything seems to be online now. Most places have you apply through a website, upload your resume, and fill out an application electronically. But I’m thinking there might still be something to be said for having a few physical copies with me. If I actually get to talk to a recruiter or hiring manager, being able to hand them a resume seems like it could make me look prepared. I’d rather have them and not need them than wish I had brought them.

And then there was my therapy assessment this morning. I really like my new therapist so far. She’s easy to talk to, which makes a huge difference. I think it’s kind of funny how therapists can just casually ask you about your past trauma. They’ll say something like, “Can you tell me about any traumatic experiences in your past?” and I’m sitting there thinking, Well…where exactly do you want me to start?

I didn’t actually feel uncomfortable talking about it. I just genuinely had no idea where to start. Some things happen in your life that you’ve spent years mentally filing away under “Yep, that happened. Anyway…” and then someone suddenly asks you to pull the entire file out and explain it. Thankfully, she asked me a few questions, which gave me somewhere to start, and then I was able to take it from there. I think the whole assessment went pretty well.

The only real downside to starting with a new therapist is having to go through your trauma all over again. You have to retell the difficult experiences, explain the things that happened to you, and revisit emotions that you may have worked hard to process or put into words. It can feel exhausting and vulnerable to open up to someone new, especially when you’ve already shared those deeply personal parts of your life with someone you trusted.

At the same time, there can be something positive about starting over. A new therapist gives me the opportunity to tell my story in my own words and perhaps look at certain experiences from a different perspective. I wonder how I can go about this? Maybe just let the therapist take the wheel, and I can talk about things as we go along? That made better sense in my head. She does have all the notes from previous therapists… right? I mean, there has to be something on me in those notes they write.

I’m not sure what is for dinner tonight. We have a few things in the kitchen that we can have.

Oh, tomorrow, Karissa has a cardiology appointment. I even confirmed that she has the appointment so we don’t go down there and the doctor isn’t in. That happened to us a while back. The appointment is at 10:15, I’d like to be there at 9:30 since the appointment is at the hospital and sometimes it takes a while to get through the initial sign-in, saying that we are here. Then we have to walk to the old part of the hospital for her appointment. And why do they still have her in pediatric cardiology? I know they have had her since she was a child, but she isn’t a child anymore. Kel is taking us down there for the appointment.

I’m going to look for some audiobooks to put on my Kindle. Now comes the very serious question: What kind of audiobook should I get? A fantasy? Dragons, magic, impossible quests, and people making terrible decisions because apparently talking to each other is never an option.

A romance? Two ridiculously attractive people who “can’t stand each other” for 300 pages before inevitably realizing they’re madly in love.

Or maybe historical fiction? Because apparently I enjoy being emotionally invested in people who lived 300 years ago and have absolutely no idea that I’m sitting here listening to their problems while folding laundry.

So many choices… and somehow I’m already overwhelmed by the responsibility of choosing a book to listen to.