Sometimes I have to think of what I want to share. You see, there is a fine line between being authentic and admitting I screw up and celebrating mediocrity. Does that make sense to you? I believe that the media, whether it’s television shows or glossy magazines seem to either showcase these unreachable goals or focus on the failure. That’s not the point of this series.
I do this series to as a way to share that we all screw up and I don’t think that’s quite the same as say Jerry Springer. For a long time I struggled, thinking I had to hide every flaw, that if people knew I bickered with my husband, lost my temper, or had days where nothing seemed to go right, that I wasn’t good enough to be liked. A little bit older and a fair bit wiser I know this is patently false and I want you to know it, too.
What have I got for this week?
Friday evening, after circling the Charlotte airport waiting for a thunderstorm to pass, I stood in quite the line for long term parking. On the shuttle a couple of guys were joking that you always think you’ll remember where you left your car. How right they were. I ended up exiting the shuttle two stops too early, which is right when it decided to rain. That’s fun, right? I finally found my car, loaded my suitcase, put the key in the ignition and click.
There are many things I don’t know in life, but I am astute enough to know that clicking is not the best sound. Certainly not at 8pm, in the rain, at the far end of longterm parking.
Guess who forgot to switch the emergency kit to their car, too.
Thankfully the random guy I flagged down to help jump my car was prepared and nice enough to help me push my car out of the parking spot so we could jump it. Thank you again, whoever you are.
Want a bonus confession?
My suitcase is still sitting in the garage. After my four hour stormy drive home, I just fell into bed. I suppose I’ll get to it today, but I’m not promising. I’ve found if I unpack immediately, without passing go, without collecting $200, it gets done. Otherwise? It’ll get unpacked as I need things.
What about you? What do you have to share this Memorial Day Weekend?