Scaling the Wall
Jul 20, 2017 · 1 min read
Leaning in to take a bite of my lunch, I gazed up to see a window washer scaling the building next to me and my heart stopped. Then it starting beating as if it were attempting to capture the beats I thought it missed.
The anxiety I felt was interesting. I was safe in the boardroom, albeit 40 floors up. I was safe.
I don’t see things flatly. My multidimensional view began creating in me the anxiety of taking my own risks. Both being paid to do what we do; like the window washer I have to scale the wall.

