Monday, October 6, 2025

Lucy's Frequency Adjustment



Lucy's Frequency Adjustment

By Kenneth Schmitt

Post on October 6, 2025


“You’re doing it again,” Sarah whispered, nudging Lucy under the conference table.

Lucy blinked, realizing she’d been staring at the potted plant in the corner, watching how its leaves seemed to shimmer whenever their boss went on one of his tirades. The plant looked happier somehow when she focused on it with appreciation, instead of listening to the blame-fest happening around the table.

“Sorry,” Lucy mouthed back, but her attention drifted again. This time to Sarah herself. Her friend’s shoulders were bunched with tension, her jaw clenched. Lucy found herself imagining Sarah laughing, really laughing, the way she did when they were kids building blanket forts.

“… and that’s why we’re implementing mandatory overtime!” their boss concluded with a slam of his folder.

Sarah groaned audibly. Lucy felt a strange impulse.

“Actually, Mr. Henderson,” Lucy heard herself say, “what if we tried something different?”

The room went silent. Sarah shot her a ‘what-are-you-doing’ look.

“I mean,” Lucy continued, her voice steadier than she felt, “what if we approached this like... like tuning a radio? Some frequencies create static, while others create beautiful music.”

Henderson’s eyebrows climbed toward his hairline. “Excuse me?”

Lucy stood up, her heart racing but somehow fearless. “Give me two minutes. Let me show you something.”

She walked to the whiteboard and drew two wavy lines—one jagged and chaotic, one smooth, like a clean sine wave. “When we’re in crisis mode, we’re here,” she tapped the chaotic line. “But what if we could shift to here?” She tapped the flowing one.

“Lucy,” Sarah started.

“Sarah, remember when we solved the Johnson account crisis last month? How did we feel in that moment?”

Sarah’s expression shifted from alarm to curiosity. “We were... excited? Like we were playing a game instead of fighting a fire.”

“Exactly.” Lucy turned to the room. “What if we’re not stuck with mandatory overtime? What if there’s another frequency we can tune into?”

Henderson was quiet for a long moment, studying the lines on the board. Then, unexpectedly, he chuckled. “Alright, frequency girl. You’ve got my attention. What’s your alternative?”

Lucy smiled, feeling something electric and alive coursing through her. She had no idea what she was going to say next, but she trusted that the right words would come.

“Well,” she began, “it starts with a question: What would this look like if it were easy?”

Henderson leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. “Easy? Nothing about this quarter is easy, Lucy. We’re three weeks behind, two clients are threatening to walk, and—”

“But what if that’s just the frequency we’re tuned to?” Lucy interrupted, surprising herself with her boldness. She could feel Sarah’s eyes boring into her, but something was pulling her forward. “What if we shifted the question?”

“I’ll bite,” said Tom from accounting, who usually never spoke in meetings. “What question?”

Lucy felt a tingling sensation, like static electricity before a storm. “Instead of ‘How do we force this to work?’... what if we asked, ‘What wants to emerge here?’”

The room fell quiet except for the hum of the air conditioning. Lucy noticed the plant in the corner seemed to be leaning toward their circle.

“That’s...” Henderson paused, his usual scowl softening. “That’s actually what happened with the Morrison project, wasn’t it? When we stopped pushing so hard?”

Sarah sat up straighter. “Wait, you’re right. We were beating our heads against the wall for weeks, and then Jenny had that random idea about—”

“The virtual reality demo,” Jenny chimed in from the corner, looking surprised to hear her own voice. “I almost didn’t mention it because it seemed too... playful.”

“And it landed us the biggest contract this year,” Henderson said slowly.

Lucy felt the energy in the room shifting, like a radio dial finding a clearer station. “So, what if we tried an experiment? What if, for the next hour, we only proposed solutions that made us feel ... excited?”

“Excited?” Henderson’s skeptical mask was slipping. “Lucy, this is business, not….”

“Remember how you felt when you first started this company?” Lucy asked gently. “Before it became about overtime and crisis management?”

Henderson went very still. For a moment, Lucy saw something flicker across his face—a younger version of himself, maybe. Full of dreams instead of deadlines.

“Alright,” he said quietly. “One hour. But if this turns into some kind of feel-good nonsense….”

“It won’t,” Lucy said, though she had no idea how she knew that. “Sarah, what would make you excited to work on the Peterson account?”

Sarah’s face lit up. “Honestly? What if we made it a competition between departments? Like, gamify the whole thing?”

“Now you’re talking,” Tom said, leaning forward. “What if we created a point system? And the winning team gets...”

“Gets to pick the next office charity drive,” Jenny suggested. “I’ve always wanted us to support the animal shelter.”

Lucy watched in amazement as the conversation gained momentum. The plant in the corner actually seemed to be growing greener, though that had to be her imagination. Right?

“Lucy,” Henderson said suddenly, “where did this come from?”

She opened her mouth to give a rational explanation, then stopped. How could she explain the forest walks, the humming trees, the sense that reality responded to her inner state like a musical instrument waiting to be played?

“I guess I’ve been learning to listen differently,” she said finally.

“To what?”

Lucy glanced around the room—at Sarah’s bright eyes, at Tom’s animated gestures, at Jenny’s shy smile. At Henderson himself, who looked more alive than she’d seen him in months.

“To what wants to happen next,” she said.

As if on cue, the phone rang. Henderson picked it up.

“Henderson here... What? They want to double the order? When did they .…” His eyes widened as he looked at Lucy. “Yes, yes of course we can handle that. Thank you.”

He hung up slowly. “That was Peterson Industries. They just heard from Morrison about our ‘innovative approach’ and want to expand their contract.”

The room erupted in cheers. Lucy felt a warm tingling from her chest to her fingertips.

“How did you know?” Sarah whispered.

Lucy smiled, watching the plant in the corner, which was definitely, unmistakably, reaching toward the light streaming through the window.

“It just came to me,” she whispered back.

Kenneth Schmitt
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