A few years ago, I was offered a job I never in a million years thought would come my way. I couldn’t believe it. I was honored, touched, thrilled, and convinced I better say, “no thanks.” I mean, how could I take that job? I didn’t have the skills, the experience, the years of sweating in the trenches that it would take. I’d get fired. Or would I?
I was sitting at my desk working on a book I’d been trying to finish for ages, when my email dinged. Now I’m a writer. What are writers great at? Procrastinating. So, I stop mid thought to check the email. It’s from a dear friend and it says, simply, “Hi Susan, we’re launching a new women’s magazine and we want you to be the editor.”
My jaw drops and my head fills immediately with visions of Tina Brown, Anna Wintour and Helen Gurley Brown.
It’s my dream job! I would love to do this job! I want this job!
Almost as immediately, Negative Suzy steps up to give her two cents: You can’t do this job. You don’t have the experience to do this job. You’ll fail. Worse yet, you’ll get fired!
Quickly, I forward the email to my best friend with a note that says, “Look at this opportunity. Cool, right? I’d love to do it, but I can’t. I don’t have the experience.”
Not ten seconds after I hit send, my cell rings.
Now cell phones do lots of things — they ding, they beep, they vibrate with all kinds of notifications — but they hardly ever ring. And when they do, or at least when mine does, it’s usually one of my kids asking for money or telling me the car has a flat. But alas, it’s my best friend. So I answer.
“You didn’t respond, did you?” she practically yells. “Tell me you didn’t respond!”
“No,” I reply, “I just sent it to you.”
“Thank God!” she replies, as if she caught me just moments before I pulled the plug on the wrong patient. “Now here’s what you’re going to say.”
“Are you in the email?”