Last Week's Spirit Animal: The Billygoat

My scruff was getting long... Three weeks without shaving. And the spring air had me operating at "ramming speed." After coming out of the Cinerama (where I had just taken in the action-packed Iron Man) I spontaneously headbutted my friend Dan in the chest. Luckily Dan expects this kind of behavior and takes it as well as he dishes.

The next night, in a heated basketball contest, my friend JohnB and I slammed foreheads as we both lunged after a loose ball. After the initial dizziness wore off (the circling stars and bluebirds all went back to their roosts) I felt strangely... energized. Instead of wanting to sit out for a few minutes, I felt like I wanted to get back into action immediately.

And the next day at work, I found myself playfully headbutting my coworker.

What's going on? I hadn't headbutting anyone (accidentally or intentionally) in years. Now I feel like I'm on a rampage. Is this just a springtime rutting season instinct making its primal force known?

Whatever, the cause, I realize I need to be careful. I've been feeling like taking on all comers lately. Some stresses at work have made me feel like headbutting managers, board members and consultants alike. A CEO from the Eastcoast that represents a newly trademarked Full Belly Project, who wants us to "cease and desist" from using the name, is practically begging for an "Irish Kiss" straight to his noggin. Somewhere the Buddha is sending me compassion... but my first reaction is to ram him right in the belly!