The rain was coming. Angie heard the sky’s cow mooing, as her mother used to call thunder when Angie was a little child. The wind had been blowing for some time.
In front of her huge window, Angie was able to see the green garden, or at least what was left of it, the fence, the road, the cars strolling peacefully, some people in their coats walking, and a white cat running… She had a book in her lap and frankly for the last 30 minutes she couldn’t move beyond that one page in chapter 3. It was getting dark slowly inside and outside. Looking around her, she found it hard to think about anything except the phrase that kept dancing in front of her eyes: “start with the end in mind,” that Steven Covey illustrated in his book: “The Seven Habits of Highly Effective People.” Battling the thoughts in her mind, she grabbed her coat, opened her room’s door, passed quickly in front of her mother who was busy making dinner, crossed the living room where her father was watching TV, and without hearing her mother’s advice to take an umbrella, she found herself outside. …show more content…
The cold brought her back to reality. The wind pushed her to keep walking. She didn’t know where she was going. All she knew was that she wanted to escape the fear and frustration that fell on her while reading that page in Covey’s book. When Covey in that chapter started by asking his readers to find a quiet place and to read slowly, Angie didn’t know she would be invited to attend a funeral… her own funeral, and to listen to speeches made by 4 people who knew her well… She wasn’t prepared for any of that. Of course, she was having her middle life crisis and for sure, she was feeling lost not knowing what she wanted or where she would see herself but the graphic was too powerful, troubling, disturbing, and life-changing. Angie hadn’t made much in her life yet. If her story would have ended now, there wouldn’t have been too many things to say or too many people affected by her work, her life, or anything she did. Additionally, over the last few months, she was finding it very hard to motivate herself to go to her underground office that her friends jokingly referred to as her solitary confinement or even her dungeon. There were a few things that disturbed her in that job and it wasn’t only its location. First, there were those stupid boring tasks that drained her. Second, since she became an editorial assistant, she started loathing commas and dots, and eventually she couldn’t stand them anymore. It was nothing personal, she thought, and she imagined commas and dots dancing around her. Third, there were a few people in that place, although located in different buildings, that she had trouble getting along with them. One of them was a very old disorganized professor who would spend 30 minutes looking for a paper on his untidy desk to eventually spend two more hours talking about everything and nothing without eluding to any of the editing tasks that he had asked her to do. Then there was an old hag who bossed her around although Angie didn’t report
In front of her huge window, Angie was able to see the green garden, or at least what was left of it, the fence, the road, the cars strolling peacefully, some people in their coats walking, and a white cat running… She had a book in her lap and frankly for the last 30 minutes she couldn’t move beyond that one page in chapter 3. It was getting dark slowly inside and outside. Looking around her, she found it hard to think about anything except the phrase that kept dancing in front of her eyes: “start with the end in mind,” that Steven Covey illustrated in his book: “The Seven Habits of Highly Effective People.” Battling the thoughts in her mind, she grabbed her coat, opened her room’s door, passed quickly in front of her mother who was busy making dinner, crossed the living room where her father was watching TV, and without hearing her mother’s advice to take an umbrella, she found herself outside. …show more content…
The cold brought her back to reality. The wind pushed her to keep walking. She didn’t know where she was going. All she knew was that she wanted to escape the fear and frustration that fell on her while reading that page in Covey’s book. When Covey in that chapter started by asking his readers to find a quiet place and to read slowly, Angie didn’t know she would be invited to attend a funeral… her own funeral, and to listen to speeches made by 4 people who knew her well… She wasn’t prepared for any of that. Of course, she was having her middle life crisis and for sure, she was feeling lost not knowing what she wanted or where she would see herself but the graphic was too powerful, troubling, disturbing, and life-changing. Angie hadn’t made much in her life yet. If her story would have ended now, there wouldn’t have been too many things to say or too many people affected by her work, her life, or anything she did. Additionally, over the last few months, she was finding it very hard to motivate herself to go to her underground office that her friends jokingly referred to as her solitary confinement or even her dungeon. There were a few things that disturbed her in that job and it wasn’t only its location. First, there were those stupid boring tasks that drained her. Second, since she became an editorial assistant, she started loathing commas and dots, and eventually she couldn’t stand them anymore. It was nothing personal, she thought, and she imagined commas and dots dancing around her. Third, there were a few people in that place, although located in different buildings, that she had trouble getting along with them. One of them was a very old disorganized professor who would spend 30 minutes looking for a paper on his untidy desk to eventually spend two more hours talking about everything and nothing without eluding to any of the editing tasks that he had asked her to do. Then there was an old hag who bossed her around although Angie didn’t report