This morning my co-worker asked me what I was doing tonight and I answered:

"Either going to yoga or a pagan ritual to celebrate the new moon...not sure. How about you?"

This didn't go over as smoothly as I would have liked it to. He stared at me for a moment before saying, "Wow, you're really a hippy chick." I wanted to say, "Dude, I ain't no hippy chick...just in touch with the spirit world," but I got scared. I normally try to keep that side to myself in order to preserve my quasi-mainstream image to corporate America, but this morning I was plagued by some perverse desire to be myself.

Just for today, I have the courage to be myself.