Fun with Power Surges


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No matter how hard someone tries to knock me down, I try to find the silver lining, I try to be sure there’s some fun in my day. I can get down on myself in an instant without any assistance, so I don’t really know why anyone would bother with an easy target such as me.

Rather than gaze at the pit I imagine is set to snare me, I’ve decided to stick to myself today and have a little bit of fun at my desk. I’m on my third project as of lunch time, I’m on a roll, and there are three more that require my attention by EOB Friday. Like a runner, like a swimmer, like a bicyclist, this writer is into her pace.

There’s a rhythm to everything, even our interactions with others. Some people come into focus more often than others. Some people you wish would come into focus more often, but they don’t, so you just have to be OK with that. My muse doesn’t always show up. If I clench, I’m screwed.

Plotting personal power surges.

Today I’m focusing on my own little rhythm, the spontaneous steaming that radiates from my chest, arms and face. I’ve been writing down the time each time one happens. Under the heading of “HF” (hot flash), on a little post-it, I’ve put down the times. I don’t really see much of a pattern, yet. It’s been going on for about a month now. I guess it’s rather telling that on the sticky stuck to the post-it is a note to myself to buy a small desk fan.

I don’t complain about this, and I don’t discuss it at work with more than a couple of women. It’s amusing. And when you think about how I’m determined to achieve certain goals in 2012, I see this as a rather freeing phenomenon. I might need to go off and find a happy place at times, but the rapids will subside. Let’s just have fun with this. Be the power surge.