The Bloody Doors Off

I’m reminded of the moment in the book when the two leads dance their way to a middle score, exactly where they want to be. While most people would look at the bar they set as being beneath them, it was a high watermark for two damaged people looking for something good in their world.

I got offered the contract extension today. Working until the end of October. And who knows after that? April was a start.

It’s just a jump to the left.

I wanted to scream, to pump my fists. I hate that my self-worth is tied to tightly to work, but this was an adrenaline shot.

And then a step to the right.

Instead I took a short break and called my family. The subtext of the calls: ‘Thanks for still believing in me.’

With your hands on your hips.

Some people would think I was nuts, celebrating like this. Wanting to jump for joy.

You bring knees in tight.

But I feel like I’ve been chasing something for so long, and I finally got in reach.

But it’s the pelvic thrust, they really drive you insane.

It’s not a full-time job. But it’s 7 months working straight. And maybe more. Or a great jumping off point to reach for the next rung in business and getting above the clouds that encircled my head for 18 months.

Hey, wanna do the time warp with me? Again?