This morning I spent three hours downtown at a non-profit conducting mock interviews for women trying to get back into the workforce. It was awesome. The program participants were ordinary women trying to make a come-back from oppressive, abusive situations. They were referred to the program by counselors, attorneys, probation officers, and judges. Four weeks of classes and a three-week unpaid internship. There was so much courage in the room, I could hardly breathe.
In the middle of one of my last interviews, I asked the classic, "Where do you see yourself in five years?" The interviewee instantly made the "time out" symbol by putting her hands into a "T" and looked over to the program supervisors who were lined up in chairs in the back of the room. She got teary and looked totally confused and said, "I don't know what I'm doing tomorrow. How would I know what I'm doing in five years?"
No kidding. When was the last time you were that honest? And humble? And dependent. She looked back at me and I said, "You're doing great. Let's keep going and we'll talk about it at the end." We did and we did. It was such a good day.