A study in character – Day Six (A Day Late)

I’ve met a lot of people in my life from all walks of life; they’ve been all different colors, shapes and sizes.  When they come to me, it’s for a fresh start, at least in my eyes.  Sometimes though, I’ll get one that is stuck in the mire of their previous experience, and often they are the most compelling.  She was one of them.

Petite, and pretty, with tawny skin, she came in on a mission.  Though our end goals were the same, our approach was not. Her hair was cut in a fashion as severe as the aura she projected.  There was little softness about her.  Her attire was black, a little black dress to be exact, but it was not designed for fun, just for business, especially on the day we met.  As I oriented her group, she peppered me with questions, seeking to contain – the situation, the people around her, perhaps her life that had not gone the way she planned.  I tried to assuage…her desire for control, her impatience with waiting for information, but she wasn’t having it.  I began to feel beaten down, her negativity swirling in the air, and eventually seeping into everyone around her. How could a person get to this point?

I decided then that I would feed her need for information in our future interactions, but with a positive spin and see if the scowl was permanent, or just for show.  It would be interesting, that’s for sure, just as she was…

By Joy

I'm 42, a remarried mom of an 8 year old girl and a toddler son, a teacher, and a writer. People tell me I tend to be brutally honest and ...tell it like it is, so I had hoped to use this outlet to keep me sane while I got used to my new life as a stay-at-home Mom back when I was home with my daughter....it worked. And it's been therapeutic through the end of a marriage and the emergence of me...


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