…my head.
Michelle Obama made another appearance in my dream last night confirming that she has officially entered my subconscious as the representative of things (persons?) I would like to emulate.
We were sitting side-by-side listening to her husband talk to a crowd, then we were in what I saw in my dream as my new home (although, it had no real resemblance of the house I hope to close on at the end of this month).
We were talking about women and work and how important it was that we offer our daughters a good example of what women can accomplish.
Pretty high-minded dream stuff.
Anyway, I woke up thinking about her and how chic she appears and calm and collected and SMART and capable. And then I thought about my whole I-don’t-want-to-obsess-or-even-give-a-minute-to-petty-overtures dialogue a few posts back which got me to a new way of looking at things:
What would Michelle Do?
I like this idea. I don’t see her playing a petty card for any scenario at all in her life. Of course, I’m speaking of my celebrity impression of her as I don’t know her personally. But, my celebrity impression will work just fine for me if it helps me reach a tad bit higher in my day-to-day agenda.
