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.
All dressed up and everywhere to go
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