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“A carnival of ineptitude.”

Yes, I’m there again.

Yes, despite petitioning myself, “Be humble.”

I’m in a training session with colleagues, and once more, I’m asking myself what I’m doing with my life.

My face is saying, “Must I suffer fools?” These are the representatives of our service, and it’s hopeless.

“Go then!” you might declare.

If only it were that easy, for I am paralysed by my self-doubt.

I’ve made a niche for myself here. I’ve become part of the furniture. I don’t know how I would survive, starting out somewhere else anew.

Perhaps, if surrounded by competents, I would feel myself reborn, and at last take flight.

But equally, I could just find myself out of my depth, sinking like a stone.

So here again, I answer these inner grumblings with that old refrain:

“Be patient, O soul!”