I applied for a new internal role at work.

Which feels kind of like changing rooms in the same house, but also like moving into a part of the building where they keep the good snacks and take you a bit more seriously.

Applying was a mix of “I know I can do this” and “wait, do I even know what I’m doing?”

(Shout out to the self-doubt for always RSVPing uninvited.)

But the role aligned with everything I’ve been leaning into lately: problem-solving, process thinking, asking better questions, and trying not to answer everything too quickly just because I know how. Growth, baby.

So I sat down. I rewrote my resume.

I dug through old work, asked for feedback, looked at my skills in the cold, fluorescent light of self-assessment… and hit submit.

And guess what?

I got it.

I got the role.

The one I wanted.

The one I was slightly scared of.

The one I would’ve talked myself out of applying for a few years ago.

It’s easy to minimise moments like these.

To rush on to the next thing.

But I’m letting myself feel it: proud, ready, and maybe just a little smug (the good kind. The kind that comes from knowing you didn’t luck into this, you earned it).

So here’s to what’s next.

To stretching, not snapping.

To saying yes to things that feel right, even when they’re just a little terrifying.

And to trusting that maybe, finally, I’m allowed to be good at something and still want to get better.