Tell us about your first day at something โ school, work, as a parent, etc.
First days have a strange kind of weight to them.
They arrive quietly, but they stay with us forever.
My first day of school is still tucked somewhere in my memoryโnot sharp, not detailed, but emotional. I remember holding onto a familiar hand just a little longer than usual. The classroom felt enormous. The voices were loud. Everyone seemed to know where they belonged, except me.
I didnโt cry.
I didnโt smile much either.
I just observedโtrying to understand this new world where I was suddenly expected to sit still, listen carefully, and become someone a little bigger than I was yesterday.
Years later, my first day at work carried a similar feeling, just wrapped in different clothes. A new desk. New faces. New responsibilities that felt heavier than the bag I carried. I nodded a lot, smiled politely, and silently hoped no one would notice how unsure I felt beneath all that confidence I was pretending to wear.
And then there are first days that donโt come with instructions at all.
Like the first day of becoming responsible for somethingโor someoneโbigger than yourself. The kind of day where excitement and fear sit side by side, both asking for attention.
What Iโve learned from all my first days is this:
None of us truly know what weโre doing in the beginning.
We learn by showing up.
By making mistakes quietly.
By surviving the awkwardness.
By growing into the role, one moment at a time.
Looking back, those first days didnโt demand perfection from me.
They only asked for courage.
And somehow, every time, I found just enough.
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