Watch it now.
Watch it now.
I am unexpectedly DELIGHTED to speak at Red Hat’s Open Voice Toastmasters club TOMORROW.
No big deal.
And cause it’s no big deal, no problem, no worries, I’m totally going to do project two, Let’s Get Personal, of the advanced manual Storytelling.
Now part of me is REALLY TEMPTED to talk about the pole dancing class I took four weeks ago where I was SHOWING OFF WAY TOO MUCH and, like the forty year old I am, THREW OUT MY HIP and haven’t been able to walk right EVER SINCE.
But another part of me thinks, “Rain, this is YOUR JOB.”
So I’m going to go the safe route and talk about the not so safe experience of leaping out of a plane. Because this is their first impression of me.
And I’m feeling a little scared.
Except that’s exactly the point, to get personal, like I do here, when I remember to write. And, if I’m honest, since I’m scared, I should do it anyway.
Cause that’s how I roll.
But, seriously, people, I got up at five a.m. again. And went for a run. And cooked my own fancy spicy ramen noodles from scratch. And made peanut butter candy. And had a productive day at work.
And. And. And.
This joke keeps going through my head.
Not funny, BRAIN.
Remember that post when I mentioned all the wonderful sleep I was getting in the sense that ONE NIGHT was NIGHTMARE FREE?
And wouldn’t it be keen if that trend continued?
A girl can dream, can’t she?
WOULDN’T YOU KNOW IT
The Universe LOL’d.
Sometimes the universe slaps you in the face with its suggestions, like, for example, when you take a yoga class for your fortieth birthday and it’s FUCKING AMAZING and then one of the newest Toastmasters Groningen members has her own yoga business and teaches on Tuesday mornings which was your previous excuse for why you weren’t taking a yoga class in Groningen – no morning classes and that’s when you say, oh, okay, FINE, universe.
I wrote this ON THE FLIGHT HOME while sitting on the second of three FLIGHT legs. I’m on the final of three TRAIN legs. And still about ninety minutes to go. I’m telling you all this so you understand how utterly exhausted I was when I wrote it as well as why I can’t be bothered to re-read / edit / finalize it for you now.
Cause BOY ARE MY ARMS TIRED.
Forget the free pillows and blankets and entertainment, forget the free drink and snack and checked bag!
And I hope you like purple.
we would’ve gone to trapped! escape room at noon, then most likely signed up for another room IF walk ins were allowed, but when we showed up at noon to try to walk in, they were closed because no one had signed up for that slot.
the next slot that was open without anyone else signed up wasn’t until six and if we wanted a promo code, we needed to find one via facebook or another social media venue.
we hunt down a starbucks because i am the only one of us who has facebook and i require internet to get online (no bandwidth packages for me!) so i nabbed my favorite HOT (forgetting that we’re in SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA) cafe mocha, we sit outside and I DIE OF HEATSTROKE.
except not literally, but seriously lots of sweating and regretting that i ordered a hot drink and glaring at all the smart people with lovely ice cold frappicinos walking out of the air conditioned door.
sure, we could’ve sat inside while i tracked down the promo code, BUT WHERE’S THE ADVENTURE IN THAT.
Yes, I’m so totally cheating and back dating today’s post cause, DAMNIT, today just got away from me. The local time is four o’clock in the afternoon on Friday, 01 July, so even though the groningenrain.nl server says it’s one in the morning on Saturday, 02 July, the server can totally SUCK IT.
And I HAVE ALL THE EXCUSES.
This morning I got out of bed at four in the morning, finished packing, got ready, checked out, and was in the taxi headed to the airport by four thirty. Arrived at the airport at five. For a six o’clock flight.
That was delayed an hour.
But there were pancakes.