I still don’t know what happened in one of my interviews. I felt like I applied to be a bartender, got interviewed to be a host, and somehow got offered a busser position. The questions were awkward, the guy was hard to follow, another person joined us on a TV screen, and by the end I left more confused than when I walked in.
Maybe it was because it was four o’clock on a Friday and everyone was ready to bounce. Maybe I stumbled over my words. Maybe I was just too cute and they couldn’t handle it.
Who knows.
So I plopped down on the couch, turned on soccer, and then this little dude starts singing with Katy Perry. And now I’m crying. I don’t even know if I’m crying because of the bizarre interview, because I’m tired, because perimenopause is wild, or because this tiny human is living his best life on the biggest stage imaginable. That kid was adorable. He was so happy and so proud, and for a few minutes I forgot about awkward interviews and weird questions and just smiled.
This is his dream, and he got to live it. I still have dreams, too. Maybe today wasn’t my day. Maybe I stumbled over words and left confused as hell. But watching that little guy reminded me that dreams don’t have expiration dates.
So keep dreaming big, friends.
USA! USA! USA! 🇺🇸❤️⚽🦅
Whining, Wine-ing & Winning 
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