NEW BLOG - MY LIFE IN TWO BAGS
NEW BLOG - MY LIFE IN TWO BAGS
Green Bag Takes a Powder
Where I faced down an incredibly unhappy gate agent. You see, I opted to use the self-service kiosk for my boarding pass, which means I unwittingly circumvented the ticketing agents checking my proof of vaccination and verifying my ticket out of Colombia. Which means now, annoyed gate agent needs to check these things. I showed her my proof of vaccination, but I hadn’t booked my ticket out of Colombia yet.
Grief and Running
Because I do not sit still long enough to grieve. And I am not talking about the loss of my dog almost a year ago. I mean, I am, but she was only one loss in this myriad shitshow of grief in my head right now. I am talking about my divorce eleven years ago. I am talking about all of the mental and emotional drain my fifteen-year marriage cost me. I am talking about the loss of my children’s love and affection because I have never been willing to reveal what a disaster shitshow that marriage was and how much it broke my spirit, so instead I accepted the “bad guy” role for leaving it.
Tranquila
I want to integrate this into every wrinkle and facet of my existence. It may seem subtle to most, but to me, this response is everything. Not dismissively “don’t worry about it” or “forget about it.” Not forgiveness where forgiveness isn’t necessary.
Tranquila. Be peaceful. Be at ease. You are well. All is well. Tranquila.