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Let's go all the way

 Listened to 80's dance music on the way into work this morning and it got me all pumped up.

My teen years.  The best, and the worst part of my life.  

My first life challenge, being homeless at 16.  My first love.  My first choices as an individual - even if i was so young.

And look at me now bitches!  Look at me now.

I think i should listen to 80's dance music every morning........it brings me back and shows me how far i've come.  On my own.  Solo.

And here i am, still solo.  Still doing it.  I got rid of everyone who tried to hold me back, or hold me down. I raised two independent people who do the same.  

Now it's about what do i want next?  What am i shooting for?

Retirement is so unknown........i have no idea what the world will be like at that time.  I'm living for TODAY, striving to do my best NOW.  The future isn't something anyone should depend on.  

I just replaced the water cooler bottle in one swing.  Yeah, I did that.  

I may have been a little annoyed that someone left it dry for someone else to replace it.......but it doesn't matter if annoyance gave me a little push.  Whatever it takes.


I'm tempted.  I was thinking about this over the weekend, and i don't know if i'm talking myself into or out of a possible flirtation.......at work.  Which is a big no no.  

He's in facilities.  

He's always been extra nice, but i thought that was just how he is to everyone.  I really don't pay attention to men at work as anything other than men i work with.  But i've been looking good lately, I know i have.  And i know i carry myself differently.  I feel better.  I dress better.  I stand straighter.

And i'm noticing him noticing me and i had to wait and see if it was my imagination but i don't think it is.  We have bantered back and forth over the past year - he's good at keeping up the jokes.  I have always liked him, i just never thought of it being "liking" him.

Anyways.....i need to chew on that.  I don't like mixing it up at work with friendships or romances.  There should NEVER be any question of my professionalism.  

At the same time, i see married people who work in different departments making it happen.  And even Doctors are doing it.  In all honesty clinical staff all seem to be screwing each other in rotation......but leadership is a different ballgame. 

Stupid idea.

tempting.

but stupid.

I can just enjoy a mild flirtation because i am single and don't owe anyone my loyalty.  

Time for more tunes.

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