Everything was going so smoothly until they announced our flight was delayed...and it just kept getting later. And later. I did meet a really nice family with two cute kids that were completely melting down, poor things....it was late at night and they were only five and three.
My flight arrived at midnight, I waited forty minutes to get a car, and then I had a 90 minute drive to my destination.
When I finally fell into bed at 3 am, I slept like a log until the phone rang at 8 am asking for Anita. Note to self: unplug phone in these types of situations. I went back to sleep for another hour and then...well...I was a mess when I woke up. So this is what it must feel like to have a newborn, I told myself, except less sleep.
But today, I went to the space to check out the lay of the land and meet my home stay family. That was when things started to look up. I am now in my cosy, fabulous cabana after a delicious dinner...starting to get a little nervous. Pounding water, eating lots of pineapple, not talking.
I started to wonder about my starting aria after hearing it from one of the others today. So I spent several hours wondering what other aria I should start with. I bugged Joe about it too.
Then I remembered that the reasoning I had used to choose it was sound. As I thought through it from every angle, I realized that what I bring is different than what she brought. Fear is no reason to change the whole strategy now.
It's time to just stop worrying and do it.