Here we are, a few weeks into January, and I feel like I haven't had time to breathe long enough to post an update. Not that I haven't had plenty of time. But the workdays have been so full, with lots of things happening at once, that I find I've needed to come home and take a psychological breath, so to speak. My brain just gets overwhelmed. As good as we women are at multi-tasking, it seems that in this day and age, with the speed of communication happening at what feels like Warp 5, and everything and everyone wanting to be your Priority 1, sometimes you just can't keep all the balls in the air any longer. And that's the time when you need to take a break and have a frosty.
Case in point: This past Monday. I had spent the day fielding questions from colleagues, scheduling meetings, responding to a plethora of IIBA chapter emails, and had been handed several new projects. And a few personal things had come up that had me worried. Like Martha of old, I was "careful and troubled about many things." So what did I do? Well, what else could I do but say a prayer, put on a movie, and go and buy the largest frosty I could find, and eat the whole darn thing. Frosty, take me away!
Case in point: This past Monday. I had spent the day fielding questions from colleagues, scheduling meetings, responding to a plethora of IIBA chapter emails, and had been handed several new projects. And a few personal things had come up that had me worried. Like Martha of old, I was "careful and troubled about many things." So what did I do? Well, what else could I do but say a prayer, put on a movie, and go and buy the largest frosty I could find, and eat the whole darn thing. Frosty, take me away!
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