Today, I went to apply for a job.
It’s a summer job working at a YMCA day camp for kids. I have to say I was really excited about the possibility. With the recent move, I thought it would be a great opportunity to work with children which I really enjoy and make a little extra money while building up relationships and networking in town for a real job.
Somehow I managed to be just on time instead of the fifteen minutes early I that I had envisioned. So I took a deep breath and walked confidently into the room only to see the faces of 50 or so other people WAY younger than I. It felt like I was a college student all over again only I was nearly a decade older than most of the barely adults applying for a job in the room. It was a funny feeling . As I filled out the application and participated in the ice breakers, I found that I was aging by the minute.
Then my mind went into hyper-drive thinking such thoughts as:
“What was I thinking?”
“What have I gotten myself into?”
“Does anyone else notice how much older I am?”
“Am I qualified for this job?”
Actually, I’m overqualified and that’s the problem. I believe that’s the reason I felt so awkward.
- worked day camps
- been a daycare worker (and changed more diapers than I’d care to remember)
- participated in after-school programs
- taught 2nd, 3rd and 5th grade (at the same time by the way)
- been a substitute teacher
- ran and developed programs for children and youth
- oversaw groups in the age bracket that I’m now wanting to work alongside
So why am I wanting to do this?
Not sure. But for some reason despite the uncomfortable feeling in my stomach (no not a premonition or anything), I think I might see this one through.
Life is beautiful.