Empowerment Through Starbucks

So I was in a fundraising meeting this morning with a woman from the community who looked just like Sharon Osbourne. She had on capri pants and I glanced down at her (very cute) shoes. She had a vine tattooed on her ankle and it disappeared into the leg of her pants as it ran up her calf. It creeped me out a bit, as there was a little bug (butterfly? Ladybug? Something) perched on the vine. I fought the temptation to flick the inked-on bug from her leg. Yikes.

Later in that same meeting, Peppermint Patty (director of Cardiology Services line) and me decided we are going to write Oprah a letter and ask her to underwrite our women's heart screening initiative. Hey, we're in Chicago and if we proclaim that 55 year-old black women are at a high risk for heart disease, Oprah might actually show. In fact, she might "gift" screenings to every member in the audience. It's one of her favorite things!

On a personal note, I struggled through this day. I can't tell if I underestimated the amount of energy this job was going to take or maybe I have a hormone imbalance. Maybe I'm already facing burnout or am skimping on sleep. I briefly entertained the thought that maybe, just maybe, I'm not cut out for this executive role. Feeling defeated and lumbering my way through Walgreen's (needed antacids!), I called Jack. He matter-of-factly told me I'm fine, I need to keep going forward, and did I REALLY think it was going to be easy?

I always loved the idea of being involved in countless meetings, wearing suits all the time, and having my opinion valued. I got it quickly here at St. Fozzie's. But I just didn't know it would take this darn much energy. I get up at 5:30 every morning (to be at work by 7) and I'm peeling myself out of bed if I don't get to sleep before 10 pm. When did I become such a sleep-dependent toad? And is there anything I can do to change that?!