Impulsive? No. Intuitive? YES.

As I move into a professional, "real person" post-college position at the Research Center, I am beginning to face hap-hazardous moments that pinch at my innards, and yet the barf bags remain obsolete-- just like the bags on the planes that once made the world sick at first flight. I'm growing and glowing and it feels incorporeal.

I recently took an initial infallible risk at the research center...one that could have cost me my job if my actions truly soured. My intentions were good and my GUT told me to move forward with it. Out of an incredible fear that someone affiliated here google's my name on a saturday night, I will disclose the details of the event to only my mom...whom, is proud of what I did and together believed that my intuition, not my impulses-- has always guided me. My sense of self has brought me all of the abundance I have in my life, and all that is to come. There ain't nothin nor no one out there that can break that.

The potential catastrophic event, however, meshed and mushed and molded into something truly outstanding--by the end of it, I facilitated a blessing for the center. And when this happened, this wonderful news that my risk actually propagated a series of events in which two researchers now want to collaborate, I am grateful. I sit in this quite room, with the air conditioner buzzing, Rihanna playing, and my research reviews, sprawled out on my desk--amassed in a messy but much needed victory. I take two seconds to wisper thank you to the universe, and I carry on with my typing.

My mom told me not too long ago that shortly after having my sister, she began working as a Bank Teller in my birthplace, El Paso Texas. Her boss informed her on a performance review that if she had any intention of moving up the corporate ladder, that she would have to change her hair style. After having a child and trying her best--the best that she could do, evidently, was to invest in a new do.

It is a projection, a perception, a belief--and we can choose to believe it. We can chose to let the wave of malice propagate the chemical impulses of our neurons--which, most definitely think, all the time, about their actions. Our chemical impulses take those beliefs and rationalize them if we tell it to. But our soul always knows--it always corrects the firing, and it always initiates the rewiring, eventually.

And so my friends, take what people say lightly, or don't take it at all. We can choose to watch the words shatter through the glass that our bosses, spouses, friends and enemies create, or we can change the way we look at things.

And when we start to take this approach, the things we look at, change.