the tango

During the day light hours I am deep in the throngs of the corporate world

Taking things off line

Attending touch bases

Circling back

Discussing my core competencies

Two nights during the week I am serving meals to families and individuals

Sometimes I am in the weeds

I 86 mustard

Add avocado

And shake up a tasty Apple Martini

And then in the moments between I am a writer

Pulling feelings from my heart

Giving them a voice on the page

Showing up, letting go

Vulnerably sharing myself

It is a tango of sorts

Dancing between the different languages

Navigating the varying degrees of appropriateness

Knowing when to speak from a place of feeling

And when to analyze based solely on facts

The heart is on a mission to win

Always looking to shed a layer of the corporate skin

Revealing a more confidante and comfortable self

Connections building through conversation

A moment of understanding and awareness

Within the three cubicle walls that surround me, my writer self is concealed

Only few know of my love affair with words

And passion to capture the world with my lens

I am reserved, and thoughtful

The quiet warrior getting the work done

In the hustle and bustle of the restaurant I am JenB

The girl no one really sees

Quickly falling under the radar as I go about the work at hand

Gracefully sweeping the floor, refilling ice, and bringing out the next tray of food

After two nights, I am gone until next week

But the writer self is always there

Weaving words together in my mind

Showing up, day after day

A new thought, a new moment to capture

A poem to be written

I do not always catch these words on the page

Sometimes they come, filling me with inspiration

Making my heart flutter

I say I will write them down

But I let them go

Other times I stop dead in my tracks

Grab my pen and notebook and have at it

The words flowing from my heart

Fueling my days

Inspring me to keep on going

I am a writer

No matter where I am the writer mind is always at work

Weaving words together, coming up with new ideas

Writing page after page in my mind

The writer in me never sleeps

And so I dance this tango

Moving from one job to the other

Constantly transitioning

Dancing, dancing, dancing

But always, always writing the story in my head