What's in this photo? Absolutely nothing of real interest. A coffee stand, business meeting, candy crush. As I said, nothing of real importance. Is it possible to reach travel burn-out? My eyes water at the thought. Another delay? Check. Another hotel? Check. Sick people? Check, check, check. Been there, done that, not just once or twice.
I see the cute young girls in their business attire and up-dos. Men in their crisp starched shirts and tailored suits. I look down at my jeans, no make-up, yesterday's hair. They are dapper and adorable, I am comfortable and seasoned.
Business chatter and laptop clatter are all around me. I eat a stale protein bar, drink overpriced airport coffee and stare at Facebook, the ultimate time sucker, no chatter no clatter.
Yes, I think it's burn-out or job stress or road rash. While my babies grow three days older without me, I see my suitcase age three days with me. Maybe we age together. Classy, high-end suitcase with a lifetime guarantee. What guarantee do I come with?
Chill, I tell myself it's another day you have been given as a gift. Can I breathe? Check. Can I walk? Check. Can I type with both hands? Check, check, check. That gratitude list would max out the post and completely turn my frown upside down. And it does, so I push through. Wait, they are paging me.
Hurry, coffee right hand or left? Where's the line? What happened to the delay? Ah, lost in my own thoughts, yet again. On-board, I situate my big girl panties properly with my lifetime guaranteed classy suitcase overhead. It's time to get this show on the road and turn this airport nothing into a grateful something and make it a beautiful day.