Adrenaline & Cinderella

 I picked up this intense phobia of a repulsive creature when I was five years old. I don’t remember how I picked it up or anything, the only thing I know is I was living in a Hungarian village at the time and walking around on a pair of miniature crutches in my grandmother’s gigantic garden.

To this day, if I envision in my mind a clear image of said  creature, my muscles tense up and I get over-dramatically scared. It’s especially horrid when I’m all cozied up in my four-post-princess-bed and suddenly boredom captures me so f***ing sharply that I actually lay there and think about them.

I would describe the creature in a little more detail but you might actually be clever enough to figure it out and that would give you a type of power over me that I don’t want you to have.

Anyhow, I dislike these creatures – I even stopped watching the animal planet because subconsciously it’s like they’re waiting to  barge into my life on a day when I feel calm, collected, or inspired.

Life. That is what inspires me and I happen to be full of it. 

I’m inspired by ambition. I’m inspired by stupid people, and above everything else, I’m inspired by the handicap sign. Um. Challenge.

I’m inspired by the city and the people that roam around it at lunch hour looking like they own their sh**. I’m inspired by Christmas carols and the paint that lives on the four walls surrounding me.

I’m inspired by hospitals. Most people dread the idea of going into hospitals, but me, my heart glows when I hear the letters O and R crumble together. Operating room. I’m inspired by the scent of rubbing alcohol filling the air while patients are rolled into the post anesthetic recovery unit. I’m inspired by x-ray rooms and the thought of that feeling I will feel when I am CEO of the hospital I work for.

I’m inspired by anxiety and the break-up that multiplied my already-anxious nature.

I’m inspired by Fairytales and the thought of happily ever after, and I’m inspired by true love.

Okay I’m not exactly the Cinderella that you chase down a flight of stairs with a glass slipper, but occasionally, I may come close to losing a wheel on the fifteen-thousand-dollar wheelchair I drive.

I’m inspired by the doses of adrenaline which have been flying down my spine since 1991, and more than anything else, I’m inspired by irony and the warm and fuzzy feelings it puts in the center of my little heart!

Last but not least, or whatever, I’m inspired by the electronic-sticky-notes that saved my life.

Actually, that’s a filthy lie. The only thing that saved my life is the fog machine that lives under my desk. I lied. It’s a humidifier. And the only thing that saved my life is absolute nothingness combined with a bit of something.