Who I Am With You (Imagination #10) - Staci Stallings Page 0,157

and didn’t back down. The one who met life head-on and bent it by her sheer willpower. What had happened to her? Where had she gone?

“Oh, yeah. That was you, wasn’t it?” Greg said. “Oh. And who told me she would kick my butt if I didn’t at least try to go to college?”

That one she actually laughed at, and she swung her gaze up to his. “And I was right too, wasn’t I?”

Gamely, he tipped his head. “Yeah, well, I don’t know, the jury’s still out on that one.”

Reaching over, she hit his chest but only barely. “You nut.”

A breath and Greg pulled her close and held her there. “Girl, you know you were way too good for this place anyway.”

She sniffed softly. “You have a lot of faith in me.”

“Always.”

The hodgepodge of her things was stacked in no particular order in Greg’s room in no time at all. Getting the stuff down the stairs to the cars and to the house was the hard part. After that, it was a breeze.

“I feel bad,” Taylor said when she set the last plastic tub on the floor.

“Why?” Greg asked, setting her lamp next to it. Her bedding was already in the washer.

“I feel like I’m taking over your whole room.”

“Eh. I wasn’t using that corner anyway.”

“So, are we done here?” Ryan asked, appearing at the door with Clara.

Taylor and Greg turned.

“For now,” Greg said.

“Hopefully they’re going to find something,” Taylor said, sitting down on the edge of his bed that was now her bed. That hadn’t felt weird until right now with him standing right there. “Maybe now that I’m officially out…”

“Well, at least you’ve got friends who don’t make you sleep on a park bench,” Clara said.

Taylor nodded and shrugged. “Amen to that.”

Chapter 22

Since Taylor didn’t have to be at the conference until three in the afternoon and with the guys gone by ten in the morning, she had the house to herself for a few hours on Friday. Although she knew she should do some studying, what she really wanted to do was watch some more about flow and positive psychology. She set an alarm because the last thing she wanted to do was to show up late. With that, she did a quick search for flow and got started.

“What is up with things today?” Greg asked when he showed up at the radiology lab with a girl from the ER who had dropped something on her foot. “I thought we were done with this log-jam thing.”

“Yeah, you and me both,” Barry said as he filled a cup of coffee in the little breakroom. “But word on the street is, one of the new techs is about as reliable as a watch with two broken hands.”

“How’d that happen?” Greg asked.

Barry downed the coffee and shrugged before pitching the cup into the trash. “You tell me.”

Four phases of The FLOW Cycle

Struggle/Challenge

Relax/Release

Flow

Recovery

Taylor stopped the video to copy the whole thing down. She’d seen it several times now so it was starting to make sense. In fact, her brain started putting other things together as well.

Struggle/Challenge -- Beta, High Beta

Relax/Release – Alpha

Flow – Theta

She thought for a minute before adding.

Recovery – Delta

No wonder that sleep was so important. As she thought it through, she thought about times that she had been in flow. Definitely singing with the band fit in that category. Painting with Lily. Talking with Yoli.

She knew a few High Beta times too like being at Alpha Chi functions. Oh, yes, she always looked calm and cool on the outside, but it was an act and only that. The crazy thing was how many things in her life fit the struggle part and how few fit into flow. Well, that was going to change if she had any say in the matter.

“I’d like to introduce Dr. Elaine M. Saithe,” Taylor said just after three when the first breakout sessions for the conference started. “Dr. Saithe will speak today about the Law of Externals and the Law of Internals. Welcome, Dr. Saithe.”

With that, Taylor went to the back to man the door. Professor Peters had told her to limit the ins-and-outs as much as possible as well as to count how many people were at each session. Lest she forget, she did that first. There were 34 as near as she could count, and she counted twice just to be sure.

“We all have an Internal Working Model,” Dr. Saithe was saying. “This working model is created by our memories. It