Next time I will win.

I have spent the past few weeks interviewing with a stellar non-profit that provides funding for animal conservation. My first interview was fantastic; the conversation flowed and there was a genuine connection between the two interviewers and myself. Honestly, I was not surprised when I was called back for a second interview. The second interview consisted of presenting a case to a panel of four women, which I thought would be intimidating. Instead, the second interview was energetic and full of promise - as smooth as velvet. Shortly after the second interview, I was contacted and told that the decision was tied between me and one other candidate. My friends and family congratulated me on being a "finalist", and I celebrated with a berry cocktail.

But Tuesday, I was informed the other candidate had been selected. I was crushed. I tried not to cry and failed. So close, but so far away.

Then, yesterday, I woke up with a sense of peace and I didn't know what to do with it. I went to the gym and worked out for a long time. I took a cold shower and bought a wooden chair for $7 that I can paint any way I want. I took a drive along a windy road with the windows down and the music loud. And I thought, "You can do this. You got very close this time, and next time - you will win."