I know when there is a disturbance in the Force. I know when something in unmovable and cannot be stirred. I have had that sense for the past couple days, and the Universe decided to teach me something new.
October 22nd is Wombat Day in Australia.
That isn’t the main thing I learned yesterday, but that’s a side fact, and an interesting one to figure out what wombats have to do with anything.
The actual process of this Universe lesson started when I was putting jewelry on. I had gotten this cute bracelet and I could not get it on myself. I was constantly fidgeting with it and spent a lot of time trying to get it on. I eventually had to go get my mom and have her clip the thing on me. I then tried to get on some earrings I had that matched my theme. After 15 minutes I did not have the dexterity to complete the fasteners and was stuck holding earring backings. In utter frustration, I found some others and they slipped on fine.
My hands ached. I have horrible dexterity and handwriting. I have never officially been diagnosed with Disgraphia but it matches everything I’ve been through.
All of a sudden the phrase, “I have the dexterity of a wombat!” went through my head. I didn’t know what it meant so I wasn’t sure what to make of my brain thinking that.
During tutoring yesterday, I noticed how dependent one of my students was on me. I knew that I had to help him shake that habit or be stuck. I made a mental note to be tougher on him.
When I got to class last night, one of my longtime classmates sat on a bench outside and called out to me. He wanted me to stick around and chat for a bit. Lo and behold I did not bolt. I did tell him I wanted to meet with my group first as we were doing a presentation tonight, so I went inside to find them. I couldn’t find anyone.
I went outside and sat with him and talked a bit. It was a fairly deep conversation for someone I had barely talked to. It went like this:
“In two years we’ve only talked 5 minutes, why would you want to talk to me?”
“We did that project together [last year] so we’ve talked at least an hour.”
“True.”
“So How’s married life.”
“It’s not.”
“Already? Wow, that sucks.”
He had a breakup pre-talk the weekend before with his girlfriend. We discussed that for a bit, and then he talked about his favorite comedians and their advice on life. He said he was glad I was optimistic about my future and that I was doing better without him.
It was then one of my group members came out of the woodwork and said, “Hey! There you are! Where were you?”
“I tried to find you! No one was there!”
That was awkward. The guy joked, “Wow, way to leave your group behind.” He earned a death stare.
In hindsight, I noticed a change. I didn’t worry about what he thought of me. I didn’t worry if he thought I liked him or something. I didn’t worry about what he thought. I understood the joke.
For someone like me with social anxiety, that’s a huge breakthrough.
During the class, one of the presentations was about how good the MPA interns were. Remember all that worrying about an internship? Yep, it was back! The report said that interns sucked at having social skills and other soft communication skills and supervisors didn’t like that and so they didn’t want those types of interns.
It started to dawn on me. My program made people scared of wanting to hire us as interns. All these other bad interns made it difficult for us here in the future looking for interns. Crap!
The other theme presented was hand holding. Apparently, these supervisors thought that the interns were not independent or capable of taking the initiative and solving problems and being confident in their solutions.
It was staring at me in the face; I was going to be a horrible intern!
And like fire my brain started processing all these different scenarios. I thought about where to look on the internet and how I can wrap things up. I wondered if the reason why I hadn’t heard back was because I needed the time to learn all this.
Then I came home. I decided to take the initiative to talk to my mom. She really freaked out at the idea that I might have to have an unpaid internship this summer. An unpaid internship means little time for a job with which to make money. No money is bad for my bills. She begged me to talk to my director about all this and to try to work something out. She was mad at my director for making me pass up an out of state opportunity. She has the power to deny any internship as qualifying. She didn’t want people looking out of state.
Now that I was in full panic mode, I scoured the internet just as I had planned. I used Google for all sorts of terms. And then… I saw it.
It was perfect. It was beautiful. My dream field right there in front of me. 1 hour way commute but it would be worth it… I thought I had hit the jackpot…
Then I noticed something… I was exactly 1 week too late after the deadline…
It was then I started to cry and get mad at myself. I thought again, “I have the learning curve of a Wombat!”
Now what was I going to do? My dependence on my director and this program cost me my perfect internship. I was at the mercy of my director at the beginning, and I didn’t learn until too late that I was in charge, not her. I was in control.
((I’ll talk about my control issues on another post.))
I sent her a panicked email with random updates and how I was really concerned about it. I told her I was getting family pressure. How I needed help. Maybe she could call and push that manager to give me a call back?
That was kind of a horrible idea… I should send some sort of retraction. Hopefully she’ll see it as panicked.
In my social ignorance, I had been so caught up in whining and my lack of network I had forgotten something simple. I had forgotten that since December, I needed to be in charge of my life in order for it to work for me.
Dear Universe. Lesson Learned. Now teach me how to make that manager call me back? I have the confidence now.
I did some research on wombats after this breakdown. They are actually very strong creatures that eat lots of plants and are native to Australia. Wombats are very smart and agile as they live underground and can turn every which way.
I don’t know how I developed this prejudice against wombats. They are actually kind of cute.
Hopefully the wombat facts make up for this extraordinarily long post.