Power is the ability to direct or influence the behavior of others. Over the course of my life I’ve observed and absorbed instances of others, big or small, wielding power over me. By small I mean ordinary every day people and by big I mean influential, rich or important people.

We were talking about layering. Layering clothing. Fashionable. And a way of keeping comfortable as temperatures cool.

Recently, I was asked to sit on the board of a non-profit in Center City Philadelphia. Anticipation was plentiful. I was thrilled at the opportunity to learn more and help solve a few issues during my term. The board room was full of eager people. 12 overacheivers sharpening their proverbial pencils. With introductions complete, the first question posed to me at the meeting was "Carly, would you like to host a party for all of our donars that contribute at the $5,000 mark or higher in the spring?" "The purpose of the party is to fundraise for the organization.

  Three different times today the same thing happened. Someone called or emailed to ask for a referral. Each time the “ask” started the same way. “I’m sure you don’t know anyone who does this but . . .” Each time I was able to respond with, “well actually I do” and follow up with contact information or a warm introduction between two contacts.

  The other evening, while at a networking function, I told a story about a recent court appearance. Inadvertently, and for the first time ever, I blurted out the word “f##k,” while on the record. The word would have been perfect in context under any other circumstances but, clearly, inappropriate in court.  

It lived a rather long life but its time passed. My old MacBook, which 4 years ago, became Marisa’s, required a new battery. It served father and daughter almost a decade. During our visit to the Genius Bar, we discerned that a new path made the most sense. We selected a MacBook Air. A year ago this time she visited to celebrate a milestone she reached.

Lately, for some reason, I've felt anxious and I'm not sure why. Sitting with these feelings is interesting...an overiding feeling like I have to do someting and I don't know what that is. Sort of like an inner turmoil. Have you every felt that?   It feels unusual to me because my normal state of consciousness is calm and centered.   I'm going through the motions of sorting through my thoughts, all the 47 things I need to do, meditating and being mindful.   Maybe I should start drinking heavily :-)

We have a friend who lost her husband in the last year.  She was a very good wife. She is a wonderful woman, mother and friend who has impressed me with her reaction to widowhood.