tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68860269634888429022011-11-15T12:13:52.749-08:00Sealiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06488073635289580348noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886026963488842902.post-59032006519652445282011-11-15T12:13:00.000-08:002011-11-15T12:13:30.152-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Today I met someone new.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Having recently moved to a new country and started a new job, I've done quite a lot of this recently, but if anything, I think I might be getting worse at it. This thought disconcerts me slightly - when did I become so self conscious? For someone hoping to carve out a career for herself in the media in the not so distant future, this does not bode well. All of a sudden I find myself so overwhelmed at the thought of trying to get across who I am in a few words that I often find myself stumbling over my own tongue in a desperate effort to make myself seem appealing.&nbsp;</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I think this might take a bit of time to iron out.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Time, and vodka.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6886026963488842902-5903200651965244528?l=questoequello.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sealiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06488073635289580348noreply@blogger.com0