At the last book signing for Soul Search , I heard circus music. It was not very loud, the crowd was admittedly small (but growing since the last event!) and the colors in the meeting room were subdued. So, why was I hearing circus music? I think the music may be a remnant from corporate meetings that began playing in my head because I encountered some kind of trigger. Maybe this is a lesser form of PTSD.
My name is Reyna and I am a recovering corporate refugee. I have witnessed strange things that I cannot un-see. Continue reading “Introvert Under the Big Top”