She walked past giant television panels of talking heads proclaiming calamity. She tensed from the memory of crisis. Cheeks flush, palms gripped, she looked around at her serene surroundings, her colleagues steadily working.
No chaos here. No emergency. That didn’t happen for her anymore.
She released her tension. She felt almost out of body relief. Jarring freedom.
She walked into her quiet office where – while the world was caught in a media maelstrom – she looked at photos of a colleague’s new dog and found a suitable tree to plant in her yard before settling back in to her work.
No chaos here. No emergency. Just industry humming gently along.
She kind of missed that chaos.
Just a teeny bit.
Well, not really.
That new dog was super cute.