Get thee behind me, Chaos....
last week was a hurricane of meetings and interviews and incidents and accidents ,
if it could hit the fan, it did.
All pointed in my general direction.
At the end of the week, as I was packing my boxes and briefcase to drag my sorry ass home,
I noticed that someone had left their purse behind,
tiny little thing, about the size of a paperback.
I asked around my office, but because we'd had so many outside people in, I decided to open it to find out who it belonged to.
In it I found, a chapstick, a cell phone, a debit card and a drivers licence.
That's it. 4 tiny things.
When I saw the drivers licence, I knew that the purse belonged to a young woman who I had interviewed that morning and decided to hire.
When the interview committee had talked after her interview, we all had commented on her personality, which shone through any interview nervousness. A delightful young woman.
With apparently no baggage.
I looked from her purse to the pile of stuff on my desk that I was preparing to haul home,
and I had a mini breakdown.
You know the feeling. Absolutely overwhelmed.
So I had my cry and got to thinking about the good old days,
prior to being a wife , having children and being a boss.
Days when I could have a purse with 4 things in it,
or better yet, my faded levi's with 10 bucks in the back pocket and good to go.
No baggage.
When I get in these moods I want to run away... to my carefree past.
And put the present on hold.
Although I earned the credits I was never great at physics class,
but in theory, is that doable?
And if it is, where do I sign up?