I’m walking the thin line between confidence and possible catastrophic procrastination. I got through high school by being smart, creative, and not working too hard. College was a bit of a shock, but I learned to work some. I did the reading and then hoped to rely on native intelligence to get through the rest. Sometimes this worked better than other times.
I’m giving a presentation today in front a roomful of people. Ten years ago this prospect would make me (figuratively) shit my pants. Two years ago this prospect would have made me intensely nervous. Yesterday I threw some organized notes into a PowerPoint (first time I’ve ever used that), and read it over a couple of times.
I can’t decide whether this new yet familiar insouciance (I love that word, although I might be using it wrong) is a sign of maturity or mental illness (i.e., mild ADD and depression). I’ll let you know at 3 o’clock this afternoon.
What are you confident about?