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The Boardroom

Every night, in a room that might resemble a comfortable conference room, three people walk in and sit around a table. Each is dressed differently and reflects the positions they hold. One is dressed in loose dark clothing. She is uncomfortable at the table and yet makes sure that her presence is known for she will be in the position of power, one day. The next woman is dressed as though she has just stepped off the pages of a fashion magazine for powerful women. Her black and white suit is stylish and pressed. She is clearly comfortable with her documents, notebooks, and beverage. Where ever she sits, in her mind, she is ultimately in charge. The last woman contrasts greatly from the first two. She does not see herself as "in charge" because she sees no hierarchy. No one is above another. She two has brought documents and notebooks with her but each is bright and fanciful. She too is dressed as though she tried to fit every color she could think of into one outfit and yet still looks polished.

This third woman begins the meeting. Acknowledging the other two women she takes a moment to laugh at the oddity of the group. She thinks about how they must look to those on the outside. She controls her chuckle by the stern looks from her colleagues. They begin to go over the agenda for the next day, each discussing every topic according to their unique views. It is only in this room where the three can sit together as near equals and it is clear that it will not stay that way for long. Soon their meeting will end and they will leave this room. Hours pass with the discussion changing from calm and business like, to tense and perhaps angry before finally coming to some kind of resolve. There will be a winner at the end of the meeting who will control things for the coming day but it is unclear, till the day has started, who that winner will be.

When all is said and done, it is the brightly dressed woman who regains control of the whole. She may delegate to her more business like partner to ensure that things get done and she may listen to the council of her friend who warns of danger, treachery, deceit, and inadequacies. It is she, however, that can bring them all together to work to their full potential. Still, there are times when one of the other two may take over and rule for a time but most often, this bright and adventurous woman steps forward to move them all to a place they have not yet imagined.

-epilogue-

A woman wakes from her nights sleep. It will take a bit of time to find out if she sees the world today as an adventure, something to be feared, or simply a list of "to-dos" to be checked off. As her eyes open and her mind already runs through the list of things she knows the day to be filled with, she looks out the window at the cloudy sky. The sky that holds the possibility of hidden worlds, magic, productivity, and adventure. Suddenly she feels like the sailors of old, looking out at the blue expanse and feels the pull of possibility. Anything can happen. 

Comments

Yes. Anything can happen... especially if I succumb to the pull of possibility of walking over to your desk again... in my jeans and t-shirt.
I am going to love being alongside these posts Eliza.

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