I’m so glad I spin fire

Nothing beats going in to work Monday morning and finding out that “your day” is actually Marketing’s day because all of a sudden, some Yahoo decided that your company’s newsletter is spam and now the newsletter needs to be recreated on an older, different content system. Thereby rendering “your day” useless.

More established peeps call this a “crisis.” But in my head I’m like, “Um, I just spun a flaming hula hoop up and down my body, and did a shoulder duck-out with multiple fiery flaming wicks circling inches above my face. This ain’t no crisis.” I once told someone that one of the things I get out of fire hooping is, “it helps me see the larger picture.”

No it isn’t a pissing contest, “I was in a car accident!” “Well, I just burnt my crotch from trying to do a jump in with a fire hoop.” (Hyuk-yuk) But it does help set a nice precedent of expectation for myself. This you react to, this you let go.

The experience has definitely helped me rededicate one of my life focuses to being less passive. (Or at least try really hard to be less passive)

Luckily, jury duty the next day was the salvation to my hectic Monday — well make that the entire weekend. Me, Narly, and Proud Mari hooped our arses off this Sunday.

xo -q.p.