Months ago, an interview I was about to have was interrupted by the fire alarm.
I thought I had written about it but I guess I haven’t.
The first thought that went through my head was “Fuck”.
And then I acted.
I grabbed a few key things.
And my fat ass managed to sprint down about 10 flights of stairs before the alarm turned off.
The walk back up was much slower.
And I had to reschedule the interview (I didn’t get that job).
But I realized a few things.
That there was a time when I could barely walk a flight of stairs, let alone run down several, even if I almost passed out.
That there was also a time when I would not have made that run.
When I was actively looking at the window – wondering what a swan-dive out would feel like.
But my instinct that day was to run like hell down the stairs.
And I count that a win.
Laughs and Lobotomies 