Graceless Under Pressure

Oy, what a week. Deadline upon deadline. Challenge after challenge. Confrontation and exhortations.

And through it all, did I maintain my composure? Keep my cool? Roll with it, baby?

Um, no.

I ranted. I raved. I bitched and moaned. Enough with keeping it all in. I let it all out. (Well, not all. But to my shocked and surprised cohorts, it must have sure seemed that way.)

Frankly, I am sick and tired of bottling everything up...

Of taking one for the team...

Of being a trooper, a good egg, a team player.

It's not good for my health, my heart, my creativity, my mind.

But I'm looking at the crazy-windy weather we're experiecing today as blowing away all that negative crud, breezing in new energy, wild ideas and upbeat moods.