The view from Caroline's
Ordinarily, I'm like a book I've already read--even to myself. I spend a day in Paris; of course, I take the Eiffel Tower photo. I resolve to start exercising and start eating right, and I slip into a bad binge by the third day. I'm asked to do a single on Lindt chocolate; is it any wonder that I succumb to a square or two or three? I am a rerun. I am an old movie after primetime. I've been there, done that and am doing it again.
It's time to try something different. On today's work incident--the second one of the week, I should go with my gut. Push to the extreme. Stick out my neck. It's time to surprise myself and do the unexpected ... not just pretend to. Act deliberately, decisively and have no regrets. It's the only way to go, really.
No more vintage Noelle. It's time to try a new twist on a different melody. And if we don't know the refrain, we'll make it up. After all, anyone can write a new song. The question is can we keep it on the airwaves?
