I looked at it.  It was truly a thing of beauty.  A plan.  A schedule.  A budget.  A strategy.  All there.  All contained on one beautiful spreadsheet.  More than a well-crafted document.  It was a work of art.  A spreadsheet that moves bureaucrats to tears and embodies an organizational vision.  More essence than numbers.  More soul than statistics.  It was dynamic.  It was my all.

Heading back from the community printer, I felt a dark curtain fall over my joy.  I realized that no matter how proud I was of my work.  Its beauty could never be fully appreciated by another.  The inner glory of my creation could only be seen by me.  Creator and creation needing one another to fully recognize their potential.

Walking toward the copy machine, I held my spreadsheet close.  My magnum opus born from a screen.  I needed to be brave.  I needed to shed my fear of rejection.  I needed to share my pride.  Yes, I would share it with the world for a cubicle was no place to house its boundless potential.  I believe in you spreadsheet, now share your info with others.  Spread(sheet) your wings and fly.