Do you ever watch people in or around elevators?  There are many types of “elevator people”.  There are the “Tappers” who continually press the button thinking that will either cause the elevator doors to open or arrive faster.  Then there are those that aren’t versed in elevator etiquette and will walk onto an elevator, allowing the doors to close as others are attempting to enter.  There are those who walk onto an elevator while conversing on their mobile only to rant “ARE YOU THERE?!”—“HELLO?!” — as soon as the doors close.  As if phones ever work in a closed, moving elevator.  There are those who have intimate conversations with family or friends —conversations the innocent bystander can’t un-hear.

Today I encountered the “Stoppers”.  Those that arrive on their desired floor—step out of the elevator just clearing the doors—and stand there looking around as if to announce, “Yes! I’m here people! Look at me!”   This would be perfectly fine, except there are people attempting to enter said elevator or merely pass through and get past the elevator lobby.

Today, was a site to see.  While walking outside ready to enter the building— a woman tapped up next to me clearly in a nervous hurry—she sashayed by me stating, “I clearly drank too much at lunch!”  Translation—she needed the lady’s room—quickly!

Please allow me to digress.  To get to the lady’s room, one must pass through the elevator lobby and make two lefts.

As the nervous lady entered the building and approached the elevator lobby, she increased her speed.  I slowed my pace to give her plenty of room to run.  Unknowingly, this also gave me a front row view to what was about to transpire.

As nervous woman pranced up towards the elevators, the elevator in the middle opened and a female Stopper hopped out and stood strong.  She looked around in bewilderment as the nervous lady rammed in to her.  Both women hit the floor with a slap.  As they hit—the floor became wet—very wet—nervous woman’s bladder had lost.  She must have had gallons of liquid for lunch!

Two bodies slipping around in urine.  One mortified—one angry—the spectators not knowing what to do as anyone leaning in to help would have clearly slipped and gone down themself.  Finally, with much struggle, the two women crawled out of the puddle and onto a rug.  As they struggled to their feet—I couldn’t help but feel bad for the woman who didn’t make it to the lady’s room—whose bladder had given up as she flew to the floor.  She was mortified and “relieved” all at once.  She hurried off to avoid further embarrassment.

Sometimes in life it is important to step off the elevator —keep moving with a commanding presence—pay attention to our surroundings—and know where we are going.  Other times in life it is important to not stretch ourselves to a point our body is forced to take control.  For in the end—both could lead us to hit a surface we aren’t happy with.

Are you aware what a “UTV” is?  They are basically off road vehicles designed to take you up and down any terrain.

While on vacation, my friend and I decided to pull from our redneck roots and go on a private UTV tour of the island.  I’m not sure what my expectations were—maybe toodling down a dirt road, sliding tires and enjoying the day.  Pulling from the inner tomboy, always lurking inside of me.

Our guide arrived perky and excited to start the tour.  We climbed into a mini van skinned with advertisement for the tour business.  The seats covered in plastic, like my grandmothers sofa, to avoid dirt, grime and moisture.

We made our way through the residential area of the island.  Winding and turning from dirt road to paved.   It was a mini tour in itself, showing us the native’s neighborhoods.   Finally, pulling in to our destination—the UTV hangout.  This was no typical UTV tour business.  Instead, it was a haven for displaced animals.  The tour business was the income base for the refuge.  Immediately, I made friends with “Tiny”, a 160 pound South African Boerboel, also known as a South African Mastiff.  Tiny very much liked his puppy massage.  His paws nearly the size of my hands.

Soon we were off on our island adventure.  We were given a face mask to protect us from the dust so we could “breathe”.  Hmmm—

We took off bouncing out of the lot, our first road paved, then quickly darting off onto the dirt washboard.   Soon we were climbing up the hills, bouncing over rocks.  Views of the aqua colored ocean water brushing against the lava rock, quickly appeared.  It was amazing!

The dust was flying—rocks were bouncing beneath—along the path we hopped.

The UTV had a roof, however, no sides.  I could feel the sun beating down on my legs.  Would I get sunburned?  Didn’t matter—  the views were worth every ounce of burn, dust or sweat.

Several of the paths took us up deep rocked hills, causing us to slow down a bit to maneuver the rocks.  Bouncing back and forth as we ascended.  We passed numerous large guided groups.  Covered in dirt and grime—face masks hiding their identities.  It was funny to see how filthy they were, yet enjoying themselves.

We ended our adventure back at the animal refuge.  Covered in dust and sweat, smiling with enjoyment for we had seen parts of the island we never would have without a guide.

Sometimes in life, you have to get a little dirty to get to the adventure.  It’s worth every dust particle to enjoy the view!   Who knows—you could even meet a friendly face named “Tiny”!

 

Have you ever received a phone call from a hysterical person you could barely understand? Ever wonder what would happen if technology mixed with nature and went haywire?

I was sitting in my office, enjoying the silence, when my phone rang.  On the other end was a friend of mine resembling a drunken banshee.  It took a few moments to calm her down enough to speak clearly.  Once calm—she began to explain her morning.

Recently, she had adopted the most adorable puppy.  The perfect puppy, in her mind, as her fur baby recently had graduated from sleeping in a confined space to roaming the entire house.

Sometime in the night the perfect puppy had created a “land mine” somewhere in the house—the origin of the crime remains a mystery to this day.  By “land mine” we mean a poop pile.  My friend is adamant this is the first time ever her perfect puppy had created a land mine in the house.  “Maybe I forgot to let her out before bedtime”, she questioned.  Whatever the cause, one thing we know for sure —a land mine was created and deposited on the floor.  Why have I nicknamed it a “land mine” you ask?

My friend always has to have the latest and greatest in technology.  This includes a contraption called a Roomba.  For those of you unaware of what a Roomba is—it is a robotic vacuum programmed to run at a certain time every day.  This particular household the robot is  programmed to run in the middle of the night.  Remember the “land mine”?  The Roomba took a solid run right over it.  What followed was a mess of mass proportions!  And there is where it began—a pooptastrophe of mass proportions!

Those of you familiar with the Roomba know it runs over every square inch of flooring.  In this case, once it hit the land mine, it proceeded to spread the land mine over everything it touched.  Thus creating a layer of pooptistic proportions over the entire floor.

This layer was on floorboards, rugs, tile, wood, furniture, toys, shoes—anything the Roomba touched—layered with poop!  My friend’s Roomba pic resembled a mudder truck just after a heavy rain!

Apparently, the perfect puppy felt the Roomba was a toy as she proceeded to frolick around the house playing in the mess.  My friend awoke the next morning to a puppy on the bed covered in “mud” as she put it.  Unfortunately for her, it was far from mud and was now all over her bedding.  She stepped out of bed to a gritty surface on the floor and a smell that hit her in the head like a brick.

She immediately cleaned the puppy not realizing her home had been Roomba’d to a point of disaster!  Once the puppy was clean, she entered the rest of the house.  As the Roomba sat looking like a mud crusted truck in the entry—the rest of the house was encrusted.

As her mind processed what had happened—she grabbed her phone—ran from the house—and called me.  That is when I heard the banshee on the phone.  Her entire home was layered in poop.  The smell must have been horrific!

“Poop!”—“Everywhere!”—“Disaster!”—“Help!”—she kept repeating.  As she calmed down, she was able to explain the details of the pooptastrophe that occurred.

“What do I do now?” She exclaimed wildly.  “Call a restoration company and go to a hotel!” I suggested.  After all, isn’t that what they are for?

So as her home was disinfected by a hazmat team, she and the greatest puppy of all time, took a mini vacation at a hotel.  Minus the Roomba of course.  And thus ended the pooptastrophe of epic proportions.

Modern technology can be wonderful!  Puppies are amazing!  Together, they can create messes yet to be invented!  The moral you ask?  Never let your Roomba run over poop—or never let your puppy roam the house alone!

With the holiday quickly approaching, and the election a dim light in the rear view mirror, it’s baffling to me how the news have focused on “how to have a calm holiday” due to differing political opinions. Apparently, some people have such strong opinions they are cancelling their holiday with family members sharing opposing views. How is it politics can ruin a family? Could it be possible all of the happy, wonderfully blissful families pictured together smiling on Facebook are as much of a fallacy as a unicorn? Say it isn’t so!

Amidst all of the negativity in this country, it was good to see holidays are still the most traveled time of the year. As I arrived at the airport—-wrangled my luggage to the ticket agent—-schlepped my way through TSA and finally made it to my gate—-I fell deep into people watching—-one of my favorite past times at the airport—-do you ever wonder what some people are thinking when they put on stilettos the morning of travel? Do they think they will meet the man of their dreams smashed like sardines in a metal cylinder better known as a plane? What dream man would want us walking through an airport in stilettos anyway? I love my stilettos—-having rollerboard wheels scratch them up would be fatal! What good man would want that? I’ve digressed–

Back to my people watching—-as I watched everyone traipse by me….some dragging luggage behind them—-others with bags hanging on them—-I looked to my left and saw the most beautiful male face! He had just flown in from St Kitts. A 5 1/2 week old puppy being escorted to his new home in the US. His quiet face and soft brown eyes looking at me—-isn’t it amazing how animals look right into us? Who can keep any semblance of composure around a puppy? Of course I immediately had to hold him—-cuddle—-smell his amazing puppy breath! In that instant—-all negativity in the world diminished. What was left? A group of adults stripped into childhood —-adoring a puppy who had been homeless just days before—-now on his way to his new home in this wonderful country we have the luxury of living in!

If only the country could focus on what happened in the airport —-simple compassion. What we can learn from our canine companions—-unconditional acceptance—-calm silence—-warm hearts—-how wonderful this world would be. It only took one set of brown eyes to join everyone at the gate—-in that moment no one focused on holiday travel—-only the adorable puppy. holidays are all about what we are grateful for. In this moment—-I am grateful for a reminder of what matters in this world. Compassion—-warm heart—-genuine acceptance.

Now off to the ticket counter to rebook to St Kitts to find my own puppy!

Have you ever had one of those days where your balance and grace stayed in bed and what you’re walking around with is something between Lucille Ball and Steve Martin? Those days seem to be happening more often then lately. Considering the time and care my grandmother took to teach me poise and grace—-I envision her patient, yet frustrated expression every time one of those moments pops into my world. It’s at those times, I chuckle at myself and appreciate the memories.

On one of those awkward days, my friend and I were decorating my master bathroom. We have fun decorating together. She has an amazing eye—-I make a great grunt to position or hang where instructed to do so. The bathroom has a huge tub tucked in one corner with a chandelier perfectly positioned overhead. Probably not the best spot for a hanging electrical device—-but it looks good! The faucet positioned perfectly in the middle of the long side closest to the bathroom floor. My friend had found the perfect piece of art to hang on one of the walls next to the tub. Our mission — hang said art on the wall–and we commenced. With her eyeballing the wall from the middle of the room– my job– to climb into the tub—-measure the spot—-hold the art for perfect eyeball alignment—-nail the hanger in the wall and put the piece on it. Seems simple enough—-except when Lucille Ball and Steve Martin enter your body at the same time.

Remember the faucet I spoke of earlier? It is perfectly positioned—-unless you are climbing into the tub. As I swung my leg over the side, my knee tapped the faucet handle. Water began to fall. Already in forward motion, my foot dropped into the bottom of the tub. My first instinct was two fold—-shut the water off—-don’t get wet! However, my body apparently can not perform both functions at the same time. While in motion, I reached for the handle to shut off the water. This set in motion my body lunging forward. In an effort to not get wet and stop the forward motion I attempted a jump onto the ledge of the tub wall. This was a big fail. The motion flipped my body—-arms flailing—-legs up—-I hit the side of the tub and slid down — falling into the water–face up. To my surprise—-I had my very own indoor water park!

Stunned silence as I took inventory—-”Can I feel my arms—-yes! Can I feel my legs—-yes! Do I have fingers and toes wiggling—-yes! I’m good!” Looking up I noticed the stunned look on my friend’s face. It Informed me with certainty there should be injury. Luckily there wasn’t a single break. As my clothes soaked in the water—-boldly I exclaimed “I’m good!” while giving two thumbs up—- laughter filled the room. We were laughing so hard it was impossible for either to move.

Eventually we collected ourselves—-I crawled out of the tub with my clothes like a waterfall—-put dry clothes on—-and we continued our mission. The art was placed perfectly on the wall without incident.

In life, great-true friends are difficult to come by. Moments where you laugh from within your core so hard your eyes water and stomach hurts are rare. Mixing both together is a memory you will remember always.

Hanging the art isn’t what is important–it’s the memories created in the process that count!

Sometimes in life—-no shoes are required!

Throughout the news over the past months, we have seen many signs of hate. Typically my posts are humorous and uplifting. However, sometimes there is a need to point out what seems to be obvious—-but apparently is not. Hate is a very powerful emotion. Whether it be in written, rhetorical or action—-hate in and of itself is toxic—-comes in many forms—-many are speaking about hate—-what are we doing to irradicate it in our daily lives though?

Years ago, I began dating a man who quickly took my heart. Throughout my life, I had always dreamed of having a sister. When he informed he had one, excitement set in to meet her. The day we met still resonates in my mind. My excitement quickly diminished when the realization she was the most negative, toxic person I’d ever met hit me in the head. She immediately began a campaign of hate comparable only to the taliban. Her brother oblivious to the extent of the destruction. Sadly, this woman claimed to be “religious”. She would proclaim “I’ll pray God helps me to be less judgmental!” Sad but true. Her alter ego has apparently not heard of something God created—-it’s called “free will”. God does entrust some things to us. People can not walk this earth negative and toxic only to pray it away. Hate in its true form—-is toxic.

The other day, while waiting for my hot tea at Starbucks, I noticed two attractive young women. Their smiles radiated. They were cordially saying, “hello”—-speaking about attending their church that morning—-talking about how they were going to “help” people. Normally, I wouldn’t pay much attention to anyone, or their conversations. These two were unique. When a person would pass by, they would smile at the front and become caddy once the people left—-make rude comments about their attire or size—-comment on hair styles, shoes, pocket books—-suddenly they were like gremlins up after midnight. If you are not familiar with the movie, gremlins if kept up after midnight, became evil and destructive. Their cute faces turning to frowns.

In both of these cases, day to day the hate is destructive. People claiming they are “nice” when their actions are toxic. One should not have to verbally validate they are a “good” person—- rather your actions should speak for the person you are.

To the sister—-I pity the person she truly is at the core. The character she must mask while amongst those at her church and people in the community so they are unaware of the toxicity underneath. It must be exhausting keeping up appearances—-the toxic core eating within. I can only imagine the difficulty she must have looking in a mirror—- when she is dealing with her true self. Luckily, we as individuals are able to deflect hate—-and block it from our world.

To the girls at Starbucks—-having a “pretty card” only masks bad behavior for so long before high value people see past it. High school and college are over—-it is time to develop your core beyond caddy or superficial.

In this world where hate—-toxic behavior—-destruction —-all seem to be at the forefront—-it is within us to diffuse it.

We can choose to warm the heart—-not freeze it.
We can choose to compliment—-not judge.
We can choose to be happy—-not toxic.

Kindness is the key to peace.

Every positive thought propels you in the right direction!

 

 

Aging is a privilege! That seems to be the mantra I’ve heard over the past few months. I will say aging is interesting! Some days even quite humorous! As your body changes with each passing decade, you can either laugh and enjoy the journey–or take the more negative, pessimistic approach and only think of your younger years.

As for me, I’ve always been one to enjoy life and laugh at myself! I tend to have plenty to chuckle about.

Roughly 6 years ago, while reading a magazine, I noticed the small print was suddenly blurred. With perfect vision my entire life, this was odd. Once my eyes were checked, the Optometrist had determined my eyes were– “aging”. Suddenly small print became a black blob unless reading glasses were available. From that day on, I carry them in my pocketbook. Where did you think I would put them? I refuse to be one of those women with goggles dangling around their necks hooked to a bobble resembling that of a teething necklace creating a beacon they have poor eyesight. Have you ever noticed the crazy characters in movies always have this concoction around their neck?

Back to present day—-while returning from the gym, I was starving. After rummaging through my gym bag and finding a granola bar, I was able to stave off passing out. The added bonus were the chocolate chips in it! As I walked into my house, it was impossible to un-tie my shoes without both hands. Therefore, I set the bar down on the kitchen counter. After my shoes were off, I grabbed my bar and finished it.

Preparing my food for the day was my next task. Working in my kitchen, out of the corner of my eye, a fly appeared on the countertop. I did what anyone would do–grabbed a magazine–rolled it up–and swung for all I was worth! Why is it we whirl so hard at such a tiny insect? I whacked and whacked but the fly wouldn’t stop moving! Was this a fly with super powers?

As I continued madly whacking  away at the super fly—-my eye caught notice to its body shape—-it had a flat spot. How could a fly have a flat spot on their body? Off to get my glasses! This would require a closer look. With glasses on—-my eyes came into focus –was it a dead carcass of a fly? It seemed a bit odd–hmmm–to my amusement the “fly” turned out to be a small chocolate chip that had unknowingly apparently fallen out of my granola bar!

My laughter filled the room as my legs buckled with amusement! One has to find the humor in aging! There I sat sitting on my kitchen floor—-laughing hysterically at myself!

Off to the Optometrist I go for another eye screening!

Life is a road with many peaks, valleys and holes to fall in to! Take enjoyment in traveling the road—-make note of the great view at the peaks—-and find humor in the holes!!

 

Have you ever had an experience that literally stops your life–causes you to step back–take a breath and do a complete evaluation/restructure of everything in your world? I’ve recently had one of these experiences. The kind that cause you to think about your mortality–look at your life–and adjust everything you might have been ok with putting up with prior.

Take employment for instance. I heard a quote the other day, “working without a purpose is stress—-working with a purpose is passion”. Profound isn’t it? When you stop and think about it, that makes sense. I’ve been happy in my career and then there have been times I have been miserable. When I had purpose and believed in what I was doing—-working with great people in getting to our goals—-it was passion. While working with less than miserable people whose only purpose was to bring toxicity and negativity to everyone—-it was stressful. When I left the stressful situations, did that mean I could not hold a job? Absolutely not. Did it define me as unsuccessful? Not at all. Success is defined by whomever is speaking about it. Very much like “normal”. I am the most “normal” person I know! Aren’t you?

Personal Lives can be even more complicated. With the invent of social media, everyone now have a cost effective way to brag about everything in their life. For some people, they just make up a form of their life in order to achieve envy. In years past, Adults set an example by not bragging. It was a classless sign of insecurity to brag about anything. Now, when you sign on to social media everything is out for everyone to see. Pictures from meals to pets to family and friends. Pictures of wonderful couples smiling–when you know they are cheating on each other. Pictures of parents with children seemingly happy –when you’ve heard the children speaking sadly about how they dislike the incompetences of their parents. Posts about trips and vacations –when you know the couple struggle to pay their bills. Phantom success stories published for what purpose? Personal lives are out for everyone to see. Or at least what people want everyone to think they see. It was once said a person could look at Facebook for a few minutes and become depressed about their life because of illusions created by people more miserable than the person looking. Is that the society we have become?

We continue in relationships with people who do not return our feelings–people who we are disposable to–those that can not give a genuine hug that warms the heart to let us know we are loved–people who blame us for everything anyone has done to them in their past– who will never truly commit their lives to us because they are afraid to be loved–yet we stay and fight for the “us” because we love someone with all of our heart –all while they fight to destroy it–while we dream of building a life together–they look for people to justify the reasons they concocted not to–we surround with positive –they surround with negative.

We keep hold of blood ties with family who are toxic–we listen to their manipulative “advice”–advice not given to help us but rather to destroy anything positive and happy in our lives–we justify it by telling ourselves we can not be manipulated all while we are just that–we push away positive people always there for us because of past idiocracies –all for what? To achieve stress?

Then one day—-mortality hits us like a cement truck falling out of the sky.

If we were to look at life as two categories–passion and stress– positive or negative–optimism or pessimism–judgmental or accepting– term it however you would like. Without clouding anything with blood ties–opinions of others –social media –or anything toxic. Put the people, actions and “stuff” which are positive in the passion category. Conversely, put everything toxic and negative whether you are related to them or not–into stress. Now eliminate or ostracize everything in the stress column. How different would your life look?

What if you migrated towards the positive in your life with no excuses? Took chances instead of succumbing to fear–stopped listening to the negative influences and looked at the positive. Isn’t it interesting what happens when we evaluate life this way?

In life we can ask ourselves — are we hypocrites? Or do our actions match the words we speak.

Recently, I was listening to someone complaining of aging and wishing they were younger again. I felt pity for them. Aging is a privilege — not a punishment. There are many people who do not get the privilege of seeing many different ages. Your best age is where you are right now. Make it impactful. Make it count for those who did not get the privilege! Embrace each year with excitement! Do not bury your nose in your work so as to hide from your heart–live life! No one ever thought on their death bed about how they could have made more money–or how they could have posted one more brag item on social media! Many have regretted following their heart–or hurting those that loved them–who were the most loyal to them.

When the truck of mortality fell out of the sky and threw me to the ground—-little did I realize my evaluation of life began. Colors became more vibrant–fragrances became sweeter–taste became bolder. I wanted to squeeze every ounce of life out of every minute. Tomorrow is not guaranteed–the realization of that gave me strength and fear at the same time. So much so, it was difficult to keep my feet on the ground. I suddenly wanted to be closer to those that love me and further away from those that did not.

My challenge to each of you is to diminish the toxic, negative things in your life. Embrace the positive–the passionate side of life. Life is so much brighter when passion supersedes stress!

Hold your head high and don’t let anyone or anything tear you down!

Remember the goal—-Passion over stress!

Do you know anyone that rarely makes a mistake? One of those individuals that is on point on everything every second of every day. I have a friend that is just that person. In all of the years I have known him, he always makes the right decisions –at the right time –turns the correct direction–and his “wild guess” is always on target. I fully believe if he were blind folded–turned in the opposite direction of a target–and instructed to shoot over his shoulder behind him–he would hit the bullseye every time.  I absolutely adore him.  However, I am a mere mortal compared to him.  For me, I typically learn from my gazillion mistakes–and require the navigation system to dig me out of the level of lost I can achieve for myself. This in turn tends to frustrate my friend while I’m flailing about learning from my mistakes. It typically wards a response from him of “you think you know everything”. Which I assure you–is far from my being. I am well aware of how very little I know–and how very mortal I am.

One weekend, he was visiting me in a city neither of us were familiar. He was driving, as given my ability to get lost, his driving and decision making skills were much safer behind the wheel than mine. We were on a major four lane artery into and out of the city. The artery had concrete barriers deeming it impossible to make a turn across traffic. That meant if your destination was on the opposite side of the highway, it required passing that destination by a mile or so and making a u-turn to back track. To complicate things, the highway was under massive construction. Our goal–to find a good lunch joint.

Have you noticed when you have a goal, you become so focused on that goal you sometimes miss minor details? When that goal entails food –add starvation to the mix–the mind becomes completely fixated on achieving the goal–or at least our minds were.

My friend noticed a Chinese buffet on the opposite side of the road. His face lit up with anticipation. “I love those kinds of places!”, he stated. We had one errand to run and decided it best to finish our errand further down the road and return back to the buffet. As we were heading back down the highway–my friend behind the wheel–we approached an inner lane lined on each side with a concrete barrier–no signage. We determined it was the carpool lane. With traffic picking up steadily, we decided to jump on the carpool lane and make better time. Success!

We were rolling along passing all of the vehicles in steady traffic. How wonderful the carpool lanes are. We were talking and enjoying ourselves. Proud of our decision.

I noticed a few drivers looking at us somewhat odd. So did he. As we continued down this lane, we noticed there were no other drivers in this lane. Why were no other vehicles taking advantage of the carpool opportunity?

We continued a couple of miles when the signage finally appeared–BUS LANE ONLY–we were in the bus lane! No wonder other drivers were looking at us so odd.

Unable to control myself–I burst out laughing. I’m not sure which was more funny–the odd looks we were getting from other drivers–or the wrong decision my friend had finally made to make him as mortal as me. As I laughed, I said, “let’s just wave at everyone!” Which I did.

The bus lane seemed to go on for miles and miles with the concrete barriers deeming it impossible to gain access into normal traffic. Along we drove isolated in the bus lane with no other vehicles–laughing–hoping for an exit. Together in our decision–wondering when the lane would end–laughing. About the time we were in fear the lane wouldn’t allow us a departure until we were in the heart of downtown–the lane–including the barriers, ended. Relief!

Our laughter continued as we turned around to head back in the direction of the buffet. As we laughed through lunch–and continue to laugh about it today when remembering — it was also good to know even the best of us mortals can make wrong decisions. Find the humor–don’t make it more stressful than required–remember to laugh. Most mistakes are not life altering or ending–most can be corrected with a u-turn.

Learn from mistakes–Remember everyone makes them–Alleviate the stress–Find the humor

A day without laughter is a day wasted!

 

  Have you ever experienced sleep deprivation to a point your brain stops functioning? I experienced this very thing this week. I have had 3 flights in 4 days. If you count each connection as a flight, then I’ve had 6 flights in 4 days.

I slept 3 hours in 4 days. Fatigue had set in to a point of delirium. During my flight back—-I was reading through emails—-I was informed I had to fly again the next day. Sleep wasn’t going to happen any time soon.

The next day, I arrived at the airport. First stop after baggage check—-Security. If you haven’t heard of TSA Pre—-you should research it. During heavy traffic times, it is a godsend. TSA Pre affords you the ability to not have to take your shoes off—-no taking your laptop out—-no removing anything. It is security nirvana. You merely place your bags on the screener—-walk through the metal detector—-and done. Typically no lines as few know about it.

As I approached the TSA Agent—-I pulled my driver’s license from my wallet—-put it with my boarding pass—-and handed it to the man sitting on the barstool behind the podium. The man looked shocked and said, “Really?” I stood there baffled by his look and response. Moments passed—-the agent said again, “Really?”. This time with a smirk on his face. He seemed to think something was comical. I remained baffled. The sleep deprivation very much pulling me down. My body was screaming for me to drop to the floor and close my eyes.

A few more moments passed. I was the only one in line. I stared at the man. Analyzing the situation to figure out the issue at hand. The TSA Agent smiling now —-still holding both my boarding pass and my—-WAIT A MINUTE—-the TSA Agent had my boarding pass and my credit card! I had pulled the wrong card out and didn’t notice!

Embarrassed, I took the card back—-grabbed my wallet—-removed my driver’s license—and handed it to the Agent. He smiled and said, “You have special clearance. I knew this was not your first time at this!” We both had a good laugh.

In life it’s best to stay rested and alert! It’s easy to get run down or in a rut and lose track of the important things—- Such as showing the right documentation to security employees. There are so many things that pass us by when we aren’t alert. Some are as small as the beauty of a butterfly fluttering around—-others even more significant like a chance to say, “I love you”—-or the ability to see the beauty of a moment.

Hold your head up—-stay alert so as not to miss anything—-present yourself and your documents properly—-and always—-always remember to laugh!

 

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