Wait a minute… a drive, go look at properties. Nah…. What else to do with the day. Said we could work from home this week and not come to office if we chose. So…. Here I am. Loving my new chair, and swirling and skipping in thoughts. The new year… the aspect and concept of a platform.
Positivity, not letting anything other than a positive thought hop in my synaptic, perceptive or imaginative lot.
Fear is cut from my being, all of it. Nothing can hurt me, I’m convinced. Too ablaze in creative ways, elevate for the babies… their future.
All of this, this story, the one I call mine, isn’t even about me.
Far bigger than me and this laptop, chair, desk, sales story…