Businesswoman Chapter 239

By standing up, Lisa had a chance to gain power over her space. Her wide open rooms provided her a sense that she could think with an active mind.

When she walked around with her glass of red wine, she stepped like a model on a runway. She took no psychiatric drugs ever. But the depression hung on her like a cold, damp towel.

The vino didn’t help. It only numbed. The harshness of the low state affected only her social life. With her businesses and organizations, she stood on business. But the weight just dragged her like an anvil impeding her progress.

Of course her personal life gave her little respite. The cliché “alone but not lonely” did not apply to her. She was lonely. Deep in her bones, she experienced the crushing idealism of her inability to find a partner.

In the time she walked through rooms, she planted the wine down on the kitchen island.

There remained her reserve of optimism that appealed to her own thinking. Though it was rare, her sunny disposition peaked through the clouds of her consciousness. She also went old school and grabbed a pen and pad and jotted down her goals and her liabilities.

Scrawled on a sheet, the writing looked like lightning stretching across the sky. Lisa looked at her words. There’s a way that she looked at it, askance. Then, she kept writing. The words passed the lines and stretched like a suspension on a bridge.

A small smile like a tiny stream allowed multiple chemicals to pass through her brain. She felt the cocktail rush through her system. The sensation had little to nothing to do with the alcohol. Her ability to work and put in ideas drove her. She spun around and sipped a glass of water.