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Travel days have a way of heightening any anxiety I may already be feeling. #airportanxiety
Cecily drove me to the airport, and I spent the first few miles mentally reviewing what I'd packed and what I'd forgotten for quick trip to New Orleans. I'm presenting on my new book, and guess what I forgot? A copy of my new book. That's okay. Corwin will be there. I can get a copy. And this conference allows ZERO self-promotion any way. I also forgot cash. That's okay. Venmo covers tips these days, and I shouldn't really need any cash. It's sort of a security blanket these days.
Cecily drove me to the airport, and I spent the first few miles mentally reviewing what I'd packed and what I'd forgotten for quick trip to New Orleans. I'm presenting on my new book, and guess what I forgot? A copy of my new book. That's okay. Corwin will be there. I can get a copy. And this conference allows ZERO self-promotion any way. I also forgot cash. That's okay. Venmo covers tips these days, and I shouldn't really need any cash. It's sort of a security blanket these days.
Still that naggy forgetting feeling...
I arrived at the airport with plenty of time since my mother had been sharing dire reports about long lines at security. I whizzed through the TSA line, and I even knew to let them know about my titanium knee, so we didn't waste time with me setting off the walk-through alarm. I went straight to the spinny thing and placed my feet in the yellow footprints.
Once inside the airport, I debated wine or coffee. Wine sounded great, but I had a lot of work to do. I got coffee and treated myself to an iced lemon cake since I'd made the better decision.
I found myself an end seat in the airport with a plug next to it, and I placed my backpack strategically next to me to discourage anyone from sitting too close to me. (Apologies if you're reading this and wanted that seat!) Then, I finished the reports I had to do, wrote a bunch of emails, scheduled some slice calls... thanks Starbucks! (A better choice, right?)
Anxiety diminished until a lady with a cough sat down next to my backpack. Traveling. Tough to have a relaxing travel day.
It's true. Since Covid when I'm in public and hear a cough, I cringe and try to get away. Did you fly with the fan blowing straight on your face to 'blow any unwarranted germs away from you?' Or wear a mask? Have fun in NOLA along with presenting your book. And congrats on that accomplishment!
ReplyDeleteCongratulations! May you be blessed with the fruit of you labours, and clean health!
ReplyDeleteI'm a nervous flyer, so you accomplished so much more than I would have! I loved that you treated yourself to lemon cake to reward your good beverage choice. Though travel is anxiety-inducing, it's so exciting that you are sharing your book with the world.
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