Power can corrupt, but power also feels so good.  Went out for a drink/late dinner with a friend tonight and then met up with Chris at Starbucks (where he was getting some work done) afterwards for an hour.  I can’t explain it, but leaving the dinner and heading to Starbucks, walking into Starbucks seeing Chris look up and see me…I felt powerful.  Maybe because as a Mom, I don’t often get that time where I am by myself, dressed up a bit, and powered “by me”.  Where I am doing what I want to do and feeling like an adult.  Chatting with Chris about business matters, having a margarita with a friend.  It is like a part of me that is often supressed gets to come out and play for a while.  I savor those times.  I feel so in control because I am - I control every minute, every action.   Hence, I feel powerful.

It is a sensation that I think every mama needs every so often.  I need to allow the other parts of me come out and be who they are.  My house is my workplace - it calls to me night and day.  I have to get out - I have to be somewhere else.  And doing that at night, well, that just feels…naughty.  It does.  Being out in the day and being out at night are so different.  Night is like the ultimate treat.   It feels dangerous.  I love it..then again, maybe this is the margarita talking…..