StatMan12
Not much. My stupid brain won't shut off.
Yoga4Lyfe
What's it saying?
StatMan12
I'm not good enough, I'm failing. Everybody's laughing at me. The usual.
My chest tightens. I know that voice. It's the same one that's been screaming in my own head since I woke up.
Yoga4Lyfe
Those thoughts are liars.
StatMan12
Knowing it and believing it are different things.
Yoga4Lyfe
Yeah. They really are.
I want to say more, to tell him I'm sitting here staring at a half-finished proposal and wondering if I should just give up now before I embarrass myself. That feels like too much vulnerability for someone I've never met.
StatMan12
What are you working on today?
I hesitate. My fingers hover over the keyboard.
Yoga4Lyfe
A project that might change things for me professionally. Or it might blow up in my face. Hard to tell which yet.
StatMan12
Tell me about it.
So I give him the basics. Not the whole story, just the outline.
StatMan12
Sounds important.
Yoga4Lyfe
It is. That's what makes it terrifying.
StatMan12
What's the worst that could happen?
I stare at the question. The worst that could happen? They say no. Coach Cross tells me to stick to coffee runs and copies. I prove to everyone, including myself, that I don't actually have anything valuable to offer.
Worse, I stay invisible forever.
