It has been a long couple weeks, hours and hours of work, trying to finish my semester, preparing for the summer season of family and friends visits, and dedicating time to accomplishing a couple tasks that have been on the to do list for months. All of those many details accomplished, sitting in the dentist's chair completing my final task, I decided to rest. Returning to an old friend soothing technique that was gifted to me a long time ago, I begin to rhythmically tap my fingers together.
Feeling quite bright and energetic this morning, I was very productive and creative. Ideas were flowing with confidence, dreaming was occurring with pride, and work was completed. Then, all of a sudden I noticed my energy dwindling, my frustrated thoughts coming around, and then the age-old indicator appeared when I went in the bathroom to shower. I looked in the mirror and I was disgusted. This is the strangest aspect of me, I think, although maybe there are stranger and I have yet to discover them, when I am uncomfortable emotionally, I am convinced I am ugly.
Growing up traveling was never as difficult as it seems to be these days, or at least I don't remember it being so. Headed to New Orleans (one of my top five favorite places in the world) for a speaking engagement, I was reminded again of the inherent challenges involved. The first plane was delayed, the second over booked, the luggage doesn't fit on the plane, there are always travelers sleeping on the floor, and the flight attendants just don't seem happy anymore.