Looking Up


It’s all a bit blurry…

I remember a time in my life when I used to look UP at the shower. Gosh, it’s been years since that growth spurt between middle school and high school where I moved out of the husky department and into the world of freaky Big & Tall (with major emphasis on the latter).

Leaving Ray and Sheila’s I took one last lingering cleansing session in their well appointed bathroom. The shower head was big, like a sunflower. The water pressure was just right. And the best part of course, it was towering OVER me. Oh yeh, I stole dabs from their L’Occitane arsenal.

I kinda felt like a kid again, and left their home, the rodeo, Chicago – feeling refreshed.

The feeling has managed to maintain itself as I am motoring through problems at work with renewed vigor.

I’ve been letting a major project linger and fester, avoiding it, bored.

I made a list of things to do.

I approached the big project with smaller expectations: gauging success not upon completion, but just getting an outline in place. Also did some research of similar solutions.

I have no idea how the project transformed from a burden to an opportunity, but maybe it has something to do with looking up in that shower… or maybe I’m on crack.