Sitting, QUIET at last, I stroke your hair. What a
CHAMP you have been through this whole thing – it’s not easy to be 3 and traveling. After a very fretful few moments that felt like hours, you have finally been able to CRASH. I avoid the eyes of the other passengers, trying to blot out their existence and the awareness that we are in tin box over the Atlantic. Curling around you, I make the most of our cramped COACH seats. It would be good to sleep before we land in O’Hare.

Georg’ann

Marilyn was in a quandary. Should she VOICE her opinion? She’d been wrestling with it all day. She didn’t want to BOTCH the project, screw the POOCH as they say. She had a sense that the concept they wanted to pitch wouldn’t land well. And yet knew if she said something the entire team would turn on her. They really liked their concept. Sitting on the COUCH, she tried to remember what she’d learned from that leadership COACH she’d worked with years ago, but nothing helpful came to mind.

She decided to call her friend Lynda, who sometimes helped resolve indecision by consulting with her pendulum on Marilyn’s behalf. It was an avenue to try, the circling stone on a chain would at least temporarily cease the circling of thoughts in her head.

Heather