Sometimes I forget myself and fall off the horse. So after a bit of berating myself, I look up at my proverbial steed, dust myself off and clamor back on.
There is a ritual.
Pull together an outfit that says I’m my own wench with my own beat.
Open the sunroof and drive the steed fast down the highway.
Select the mantra song of the day and sing it like you mean it.
On the wind today with a little extra sass… Jess Klein… Sink my teeth in…
By the time I get to work, the urge to run has subsided and I've regained control of the reigns.
Whew, that was a close one.
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