It's all about ...

Me.

That's incredibly rare of me to say so let me provide some context. (Gosh, that was three 'me's in a matter of seventeen words!)

I had a fabulous trick played on me a little over a week ago which not only sent me for a loop (and I can laugh from my toes about it now) but also laser-beamed a realization into my mind and out my fingertips.

During this "trick" my body went into a state of shock - my heart raced like crazy and as a result my glucose bottomed out (complete with all the side-effects that goes with that). And I can laugh about this? (Yes, I can now.) After I rifled emails to some of the yucksters one of them reached me on the phone and clued me in on the shenanigans. Total pissed-off-ness transformed into an embarrassed smirk and the adrenalin began coursing through my body. I eventually got back to equilibrium.

The laser-beam of realization came during the aftermath when I wrote in an email to the instigator ... ya know, I didn't pass the critical thinking portion of that 'test' and that got me to think, this degree is more about developing me than anything else.

I'm not going to question where that came from because in the moment, truth was expressed. And I'm going to trust that ... for once.