Love is...

Do you know what love is? Love is giving someone the power to destroy you, and trusting them not to.

almost doesn't count

Please pardon our dust.

 

Would just like to apologize to my faithful readers, ahem, reader on the lack of content the past few weeks. I have been away in training for my new job and the intensity of each day has left me with just enough energy for what is known as "vegging out". Your favorite "Sunday Night Movie Review" should return more than likely this Sunday. Your other jibber jabber entries should follow soon after. My brain is mush right now.  I have actually contemplated more than once of how working at an airport counter would be easy, while in reality I do not know yet how true or untrue that may be, I DO know that I never had any idea of the learning and training that those guys have to go through. I am burned out. 

Tomorrow's just an excuse away

"So I pull my collar up and face the cold, on my own."


Oh, bald headed Billy. You write such beautiful lyrics, but why you gotta be so cheesy?!

This video seems like a college kid playing with new technique he learned... and using it wayyyyy too long. Anyway, this video is a bit cheesy to me, but the song is one of my all time favorites.

If the time isn't right, then move on.

Rinse and repeat.

The only thing that keeps me motivated at the gym are Britney Spears songs and girl anthems. 

up in the air

ok, so maybe im not jet setting the country firing people, but I am sharing the same hotel life as George Clooney. I am booked at a Holiday Inn Select for job training for 19 days. 19 days. That is a bit of time to be away from "home". But home, I am learning, or should I say feeling, is really where ever I sleep. Where ever I feel comfortable. I like this hotel life. When I get home from a tiresome day of training, my bed is always made for me. My magazines and books that I have carelessly tossed on the table have been stacked and straightened. Someone is breaking in just to clean. It doesn't feel invasive, it feels sweet. If I am hungry, I go downstairs to enjoy the complementary buffet my company has paid for. If I am feeling like something more extravagant, I walk to one of the many restaurants in the vicinity and order like i'm loaded. I get a per diem, so why not? Yes, I like this. The best part? Booking it back to my room and putting up the privacy please sign. A polite and accepted way I am allowed to say "fuck off" around these parts. I've had enough of you, I am going back to my room that was cleaned by an anonymous face, a ghost perhaps.
 

I am staying on the 5th floor. I peer down to the bar sometimes and get to see the myriad of guests. Other airline employees, retirees and random travelers. The jargon on their bag tags are no longer jargon. I can decode them and know where they have traveled from and where their final destination is. Funny how you have no idea how much people can tell about you sometimes.

Being away from home for so long also gives amazing perspective on relationships. Or lack thereof. Sometimes you really need to step away from your chaotic figure 8 loop that you have been stuck on. Only then you can realize there was an exit you could have taken long ago. This job is going to put me in the doorway to endless cities. The amount of people from around the world I am going to meet excites me. This is a new beginning for your heroine. 

All that is going to come to realization in time. But for now the "privacy please" sign goes back up.