... I am a famous sleuth who must find the answer.
Every time I decide to try something new, it creates in me a sense of panic. I am apt to feel physically ill contemplating a myriad of problems that may take place. Such a waste of energy! What is it in me that insists that there may be insurmountable problems, that I stay at home and be "the old-fashioned girl that married dear old dad"? Was there ever such a girl?
But what truly invigorates me is that, once I elect or have been given a project and start the fascinating process of working it out, I seem to become completely involved. It is a game that I have to play. There is a certain magic that takes over. I become involved, excited, and my curiosity forces me to find a solution. I am a famous sleuth who must find the answer.
Then comes that grand sense of having accomplished what I had set out to do. What else is there?
Well, there is the same routine, to be repeated with the next problem. Is it worth it, or is there a choice?
June 4, 1999