yesterday I arrived in Milan for this work trip I 1000% should not be on (this is not a result of my impostor syndrome which by the way is eating well lately, but rather me not deserving to be there, it’s a bit complex). Barely had time to unpack my nervous system before my boss sat me down for a chat. Immediately, I could feel the new-task-for-you anxiety crawling up my spine. However, I managed to smile, listen to what he had to say and nodded like a semi functioning human. Progress? Or how do they say it in french, je suis dans la merde?

PLEASE wish me luck y’all. Or better yet, wish Milan luck. Because if I go down, I’m taking a few Aperol spritzes with me tonight.