When they told me they wanted me to come for a job interview, I was filled with dread. I felt like it is just this torture I force myself to go through for no real reason. I didn't want to go.
My brain knew better, but my heart was resistant.
Well it was a lovely day. It was lovely to go for a drive on a beautiful fall day. It was lovely to be in New England. It was a nice place.
My brain knew all that all along, but the rest of me sure didn't.