I’m the new cucumber

* * * I was always getting flustered when things weren't going smoothly. If there was a new patient. Change in plans. New orders from the doctor. My blood pressure spiked along with it. Every day I was drowning. Just a sea of anxiety over things I couldn't control. Going to work was mentally painful. I was always wondering when the next change of course would derail my train of neatly stacked trays of dental instruments. "I need to figure out how to escape this anxiety spiral..." That's all I could think. Then I saw her. My coworker. Floating pass me with not a care in the world. Like she was gliding over a newly polished granite countertop. Like she didn't know what "stressed" meant. Like time was her lackey. And before you know it, I had a new goal. I wanted to be like her. But how? Then I asked myself a good question. (And in case you didn't know, a good question is the prerequisite to getting a good answer.) ...