The Water

The water calls to me.

I wonder what will happen if I climb over the wall  and onto the rocks.

Will I hit my head on the rocks or will I let the water take me down to the bottom?

I wonder what they think about me.

I wonder if they see the calm, mature professional adult who is capable to doing the job that she was hired for?

Or do they see the little girl who is still scared of her shadow?

I wonder if they remember the confident, capable person who came in for the interview?

Or do they see the person who is trying so hard to do the job, but still feels like every day is the first day of work?

The sound of the bus turning the corner calls me away from the water.

I watch the water disappear as the bus rolls by the dock.

The water stops calling to me, but only until tomorrow when the water will call to me again.

 

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