I thought I was just unlucky throughout most of my adult life. It always slipped through my fingers at the last minute, whether it was a potential job opportunity, a romance that seemed perfect, or even commercial endeavours. I initially persuaded myself it was simply unfortunate timing. I then began to think that perhaps I wasn’t destined to be successful. “You’re cursed!” was a joke that friends would remark, but with each failure, it started to seem genuine.
I lost confidence. Even though I put in twice as much effort as everyone else, I never succeeded. I was so sure that everything would end in disappointment, like the last time I was afraid to attempt anything new. When I was selected for a regional job at an international organisation, a post I had long coveted, that was the tipping point. I was congratulated informally by a panellist after passing the first two interviews. Then I was removed from the final list without any justification. No comments. No responses. To read more click here.
