One day I had an extra part of a baguette lying around and decided I’d make a little pizza for lunch. I grabbed the baguette stuck it in my purse along with a tomato and some pesto. I figured that would be good enough to throw together something delicious. I walked out of my updated apartment and rushed off to work. Work had been pretty easy for most of the day and I was sitting at my desk when I decided that it was pizza time. I gathered up my things in my little red tote bag and walked passed the receptionist, smiled, walked through the skyway and down the stairs that led to our break room. I saw a couple of familiar faces on the way and smiled and said hello. I cut my baguette, spread my pesto on nice and thick and chopped up my tomatoes, sprinkling them on the top. Then I used the company salt and pepper shakers for a little extra flair. I stuck my two halves in the toaster oven on top of some tin foil I had found in one of my drawers.
After about 10 minutes back up at my desk I started to get a little worried and figured I should probably check on my little pizzas. I walked back passed the receptionist again and opened the double doors leading to the smaller staircase and immediately smelled my pesto bubbling from atop the balcony that made you feel like you were in a school somewhere. I hurriedly made my way down the long set of stairs and found my way to my masterpiece. Another fellow was in there that I saw from time to time and he commented on how good it smelled and how it looked alot better than his yogurt. I smiled and laughed and told him how excited I was. I happily made my way back up to my desk with my scrumptious reward.
Sometimes, I find, that it’s not the big moments where you finally tell someone off or stand up for yourself that mean the most. Although, I haven’t really had too many of those yet and I’m sure that they do, in fact, feel good. All I had done, after all, was confidently make a french bread pizza in the break room toaster oven. But, in comparison to a year before being filled with anxiety to make a smoothie in the same break room, I chocked it up to a success. I was proud of myself for being able to be so happy and positive after how much grief I had been through with Lauren at work. I was tried to remain satisfied that I was still able to have good days, persevere and hold my head high by myself.