Send me down the path that's right for me.
When I get to talking to them, I get so excited for the possibilities. But when I talk to the other, I get so homesick, lonely, and depressed. I feel as if I'm not smart enough to be here... and it's only a matter of time before everyone finds out - if they haven't already.
I'm not on top of politics, I don't know what's going on with ACV, or how things are run. I don't know grants or budgeting or how to write. I don't focus or listen or try very hard and sometimes no matter how hard I try I still can't keep my head above water.
I'm waiting for my next massive screw up and to be told off. Or fired.
I have too much freedom, not enough supervision when what I really want is someone to hold my hand and let me make mistakes. But then I hate when people look over my shoulder, ask for crap that I either don't have or can't do, waiting for things to do when I could create 15 if I had the authority.
What am I meant for? What is my purpose?
Send me home.
With love,
