Ritual

I contued the tradition of ironing my stupid shirt in preparation for an important day tomorrow. I have worn this shirt for every important event for the past 2 and a bit years! I've never been superstitious before either but for some reason I can't not wear it. Wonder what I'll do when it finally bites the dust.
Had a busy day at work with some great mentoring conversations with some wonderful young people. They confirmed to me why I had applied for the new role in the first place. Such a privilege. Despite this, my inner demons were playing havoc with my head this evening and low and behold, my work mum saved the day, easing my worries and filling me with self-confidence again. I can always count on her to be frank and supportive. I'm very lucky.