My interview is tomorrow, and I think I've got all my ducks in a row. I have had conversations with people to help me tease out all my concerns, questions, expectations, and recognitions about joining the Peace Corps. I've kept a Word doc to document everything I'll want to be sure to discuss. I've contemplated what will matter to me and what won't and have recognized a few things I hadn't thought of before. I think I'll be mentally, emotionally, and socially ready to go by Labor Day. I'm totally aware and well-prepared.
Of course, I want this with my whole being (every fiber?), so I get these irrational fears about things that will keep me home. What if I have cancer? What if my skills aren't really of any use to anyone? What if they just don't want me anywhere? Or what if I fall down the stairs and break my cheekbones and need surgery that will take months to recover from?
This is making me crazy. Crazier. Whatever.
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