I wake up with early morning light spilling in through my window, and despite knowing I’m supposed to take the day off, my feet slam onto the floor like someone just shouted, Help! Racing around my compact home I get dressed, brush my teeth, slap on light makeup, and pour enough kibble and water for Ralphie. “You have to stay here. Can’t risk your wild distractions today!”
Out the door I run in pink jeans and a branded T-shirt that reads Florist Shop on the front and Little Five Points on the back complete with a cartoon map of the neighborhood. Aloud as I jog to work, I egg myself on, “I can do this! I know I can do this! The opportunity wouldn’t have landed in my lap if I couldn’t! Oh, excuse me!” I cry out as I jump over a dog leash held taught between a woman and her black Labrador who’s lifting his leg on a tree.
She shouts, “I wish I caught that on video!”
I shout back, “Now you’ll have a good story you can tell people in person!”