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Challenge accepted!

I have decided (for a number of reasons, one being this AWESOME video HERE) to be more bold. To accept challenges. To push myself. To embrace awesome because, like Abby says in the video, it's good to carpe-diem-the-crap out of the world. I know myself more now, I know my limits (kind of) and I know how good it feels to push the boat out a little bit. Yeah, it's good to go with the flow but it's also nice to ride against the tide sometimes (holy crap on a cracker that's a LOT of idioms.)

A couple of posts ago I mentioned the whole Vogue thing, which was fun. So much fun. I really enjoyed the deadline and the balancing everything and the new writing style (interviewing heck yeeeeah) and just everything. It made me realise how much I love to work under pressure when I'm enjoying doing something. I think that was the drip that triggered the storm.

After coming out of a relationship a year ago I was more bold that before; I was so much more confident. I could talk to people, I'd had a job, I'd got more friends and I realised that I really could do more than I thought I could. Cue this last Christmas & sad Claire. I wallowed because I was in pain and bad medically and on crappy meds. Fast forward to this last month or so and cue good Claire. Happy Claire. Confident Claire. I feel better. It's good.

So when I was walking with my friends in town and I saw that one of my most favourite cafes was refurbing and hiring I thought I'd jot the number down; I've never had any waitressing experience, I've worked but not too much and I'm slightly clumsy. However I do like talking, (correction I love talking) I love coffee, food and I really enjoy working around people, keeping busy and making people happy. I just have to master the carrying things bit.

I think working in a cafe is going to be hard. I think it's going to be a challenge. I think it's going to make me very tired and in pain. I also think it's going to be worth it. It'll be worth the tiredness to be doing something on a Saturday, to be earning money, seeing people and challenging myself.

To life, right now, I say challenge accepted!


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