That a woman like Melissa Benoist, aka Supergirl, would wander in my life.
That I had my very own superpower.
Let’s face it, life would be much more fun and easier to navigate if I had super speed, the ability to fly, or at the very least, the power to read minds. I might get a date once in a while if I knew what women were thinking.
After forming many Deep Thoughts on this, and accepting that all the Melissa Benoist types in Maine were already taken, I turned my focus to the superpower issue.
When I was about to give up on this one, too, it finally occurred to me that I already had an ability that was the closest thing a goofy, toga wearing guy from Brooklyn would ever have to a superpower…
I could write.
The power to write well might not be as super as what The Flash and Supergirl have to offer the world, but where would either of those superheroes be without writers?
I understand that I’m not putting my life at risk by fighting super villains or protecting a city from all the bad hombres out there, but I do use my superpower to fight a very powerful evil…
Every afternoon around three o’clock, when we all start to get a little punchy from yet another difficult day in the office, low morale rears its ugly head.
Let me tell you, Modern Philosophers, the struggle is real!
One never knows what might cause our bitter nemesis to attack. It could be that feeling that we’re never going to catch up because we are perpetually understaffed. Maybe it’s finding out that a vacation request has been denied. Perhaps it’s being talked down to by a coworker who has absolutely no right or authority to treat you that way.
Today, I was the unfortunate victim of a gut wrenching, double pronged attack. I took back to back phone calls, while covering for a coworker who was out of the office, and was lambasted for my efforts.
Which reminds me of an important fact: while using one’s words can be a superpower, there is also a dark side to the same action. Words can be weapons that hurt, embarrass, demean, upset, infuriate, and cause a mob to rise up to inflict even more damage.
Always use your words wisely and for good. If you are blessed with the gift of writing, don’t waste it on spewing hate and discontent.
Every afternoon I write something silly, if only in my head, to raise morale, distract my coworkers, and turn those frowns upside down.
Sometimes, I write ridiculous songs and serenade them. Right now, Tiny Cup Of Tea is topping the charts, but I don’t plan to be a one hit wonder. The other day I conjured up a PSA on the healing powers of colonoscopies for every problem life can throw at us.
Yesterday, my coworker made the mistake of sharing a story about a man asking her for companionship while on the checkout line at Walmart, and then sweetening the deal by offering her a ride on his bicycle.
That led to my creating a counteroffer by Billy Bob Thornton in Swing Blade, that included three cows and a large parcel of land. My coworker, who amusingly turns bright red when she laughs, had to pull up the collar of her sweater to cover her face because she was laughing so hard that she was as red as Krypton’s sun.
Today, after my demoralizing experience on the phone, I came up with some odd tale about homemade tartar sauce and how another coworker looked like Prince when she wore a certain outfit and the sound of smooth Jazz and the stink of long abandoned paper mills was in the air.
Work still got done. In fact, I think we work even harder when we’re laughing because morale is higher, the stress is forgotten, and the camaraderie reminds us all why we continue to show up even though times can be rough.
I don’t like seeing my coworkers bullied, upset, or not having a good day. If I can use my superpower to whip up something hilarious on the fly to make them forget about whatever has them so down, then I will always be there for them.
Writing is my superpower. Now if only I could use it on Melissa Benoist…
Maybe your superpower is following me on my blog and on Pinterest!