My exuberance sometimes gets away from me. It always has. When I get excited my volume shoots up like mercury in an old thermometer, with slivers of laughter shooting out into the office. It often infects others and they, too, catch the fever, and we are all carried away on a wave of mirth. 

101I am told to “use my inside voice” as if being energetic, passionate, and fun-loving were only outside activities. Their request calls to mind an old fashioned adage, “sticks in the mud.” I can’t help but visualize them, in quicksand, a figure drowning in their own misery.

 

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