When I was a child, at an age still in the single digits, I had a tendency to restart games from the beginning. I'd play the first world of Super Mario Bros. and then shut the game off. After defeating Bebop and Rocksteady in the original Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles game, I would power down the Nintendo and go searching for something else to do. I'd go no further than reaching Elfland in Final Fantasy, and I'd leave the rest of the solar system to the monsters from Planet X after completing the Earth level in Godzilla: Monster of Monsters. Each of these scenarios could have happened in a single day, bouncing from game to game only to stop myself when I reached a point that I assumed would be too difficult. The only time I would play further in a game – when I'd try to see it to completion – was when I was playing with my older brother.
I just assumed that I wasn't good enough to play through the entire game. I was just a kid, after all, and some of those early jumps gave me trouble. That first Labyrinth in The Legend of Zelda? Yeah, I could do that one fine. Maybe even the second! Anything after that, however, was best left to older and more experienced players.
Two months ago, I started my first real job. It's not a temporary contract, and it doesn't just have me copy-pasting into text fields and XML documents. It's a salaried job, and one where I'll be expected to put my knowledge of web development to some use. This is it: the real deal. A real job with real pay and real expectations.
All I could think during my first week on the job was how ill prepared I was. I wanted to hit reset and just jump right back to World One.