I went to bed last night feeling downtrodden and lonely. I’m not sure why, given that I am so well and abundantly loved. Perhaps I was just feeling the hands of exhaustion clapped firmly and heavily on my shoulders, because I awoke this morning ready to conquer the world. I pulled on my favorite cuffed denims and a white cotton peasant blouse that shows my tattoo, some strappy sandals, chandelier earrings and jangly shell bracelets. Not traditional office attire, although today is undeniably an office day. Today requires an alternative mindset, a certain comfortable individuality. I poured an extra large cup of home-brewed iced green tea with ginseng, opened my car windows, turned up Mike Auldridge and drove, felt the wind on my shoulders, the joy passing over and through me on my way to my obligatory work day. For today I resolve this: nothing will sink my spirit, not the inevitably contentious phone call with my mother, not the brimming to do list, or the flourescent lighting, or even the raindrops that have begun outside my office window. This kind of resilience, or maybe it’s even dominance, shows Me who I am, gives Me hope for what is possible, and moreso what is likely.