Stairs
I am still stuck in a dream I had last night about my career that involved me choosing to take a super scary rickety scaffolding type staircase that was missing steps and swayed to get up to the 6th floor instead of getting help from someone to take the elevator. If I didn't get help the elevator only went to the 9th floor. Reality based lessons: I need to get better at asking for help. Also, I am generally good at this but probably need to be better at ignoring expectations for what I should have accomplished at this point or what career path I should be aiming at. I prefer my 6th floor extension job to the 9th floor professor jobs. Going through peer review edits on a kind of confusing paper I wrote quickly under a deadline is a mental challenge. I was plugging along yesterday but those rickety stairs have me spooked today.