you want to interview me?

Yesterday I got a call from a young woman who started the conversation with “you don’t know me but…”  and went on to explain an assignment she had been given in one of her classes at the local college; to find a person she didn’t know and set up an interview complete with video.     

“I love everything about your store and think you would be really interesting to interview,” she said.    

I laughed. 

Said,  “okaaay.”

And then stage fright set in.

What if I look fat?

Or ramble and sound stupid?

What if I’m not as interesting as she thinks I am?

What if the story is boring?
And she’s disappointed?

 Because, (as the demon voice tells me) when it comes right down to it, all I did was follow a dream, find a place to house it, and ordered a whole lot of stuff to fill it.  And now, three plus years into it, I show up each day to sell it.      

 “What’s so great or interesting about that?” I (with a small amount of insecurity) ask a friend later as I recounted the conversation over coffee.

She paused in mid sip to look at me.

Said, “Really, Dani? Are you kidding me?  Everything about you is interesting.”

 I looked back at her.

Said, “Really? You think so?”
 “Yes, I do.” she said (emphatically).

 I laughed. Nodded my head. 

Said, (a little more confidently) “Yea – I am pretty interesting aren’t I?”
“Downright fascinating.” she replied, extending her coffee cup to toast me.

Of course she’s my friend.

And just a wee little bit prejudiced in my favor.

But I’m going to go with it.

Trust her on this one.
Remember I am a Queen.

Try to keep it in perspective.

We’ll see.

My interview is at 2:00 today.
And (as I tell myself) it’s not like she’s Oprah and a hundred million people will be watching.

I’ll let you know how it goes.

Well - if you're interested that is.

(grin)