The Victory After The Defeat
I have an amazing job in the field I been dreaming of getting my foot in. But I have literally no qualification in this field, besides volunteering experience. I am mean, I have a public health degree. It's the grace of God that is helping me with this job.
Last week, I had a conference call with a Program Manager for a sister agency. It was supposed to be me and another guy, who I was banking on being the one to present most the info, while I chimed in. However, that was not the case. He had to cancel because he was attending an all-day summit, leaving me to wing the call alone.
Long story short. An 18 mins call felt like a life sentencing, as the Program Manager chewed me out the whole call. From trying to redeem myself from misspeaking to trying to finish my notes before he cut me off, I felt like a failure. I felt like defeated.
I sat in the dimmed conference room trying to get myself together before I ran into anyone else. I called my best friend and told her the whole story from Genesis to Revelations. She quickly assured me that I shouldn't let his issues affect what I thought about myself.
I had to do this same call again tomorrow, but this time with two other people.
What is a girl to do?
Come harder or go home.
"The godly may trip seven times, but they will get up again."
Cutting off all distractions, I created a more detailed outline of many talking points. I wasn't willing to repeat yesterday. We have to learn from our mistakes and draw strength from the past. I wasn't willing to feel defeat twice in a row. I was more than capable of killing
I had a successful conference call. It was as if God was on the line because one of the guests randomly said,
"Great job, Olamide."