I’m sitting in the car about to go into my next interview. The horrible anxiety I felt at the beginning of this process has eased and I am able to find a center before going in to find out if this particular group of people find me worthy. Such an abandoned child point of view. I wish I could go in with the feeling that they are lucky I am here and, if they act real smart, I might just accept them. That mindset is elusive. Deep breathe. The interview yesterday went well. I think I could do the job. Overall, it suited me well, with flexible hours, casual dress and very close to home, but then she asked how I would do on the phone with non-sober people (it was a recovery center). I faked my way thru that even as my anxiety amped up. I have empathy, I really do, but I didn’t realize that the bookkeeper would have to interact with addicts and drunks. “Not REAL often”, she says to me. Somehow, with the emphasis on REAL, I didn’t feel comforted. This body, with its trauma memory,...