Unpack the Luggage, La, La, La (As seen on www.herrochester.com).
I’ve been on the road every week since January 3rd for my consulting work, helping businesses energize their communications through the use of the Actor’s EDGE. I’ve been to Las Vegas, Dallas, Portland, OR, the Poconos and even, downtown Rochester. What a whirlwind. All this travel has got me thinking about packing and unpacking – literally and figuratively.
I’ve got the actual packing down to a science. Each time I go away I lay out my clothes, my work support items, computer, notes, books, and even my favorite bar of chocolate that I need to bring with me. In my head I go over where I have to be, what I want to wear and how I want to make a difference with my work and pack according to plan. I unpack from the last trip but keep certain things always packed since I know I’m leaving again. I factor in the weather and pack according to a well-honed formula with travel uniforms ready to go. (Traveling to Miami next week is throwing me off my game because I have to figure out the warm weather alternative to my travel uniforms.) I will admit I haven’t mastered the art of the teeny, tiny carry on, my carry-on meets the standards and stretches the rules all at the same time (sorry, airlines, I have to have my emergency choices of outfits).
But I’ve still got mental luggage I’ve got to unpack: fear of weather, or flight cancellations and/or delays – AND (the big suitcase in the room) – anxiety about what’s going on at home. Two things I can’t do anything about. Weather happens. Flights are delayed and cancelled and frankly THERE IS NOTHING TO DO ABOUT IT. Eventually you will get home. And the stuff going on at home?I’m not there. There is nothing I can do – nada. And yet, I still get calls while standing in airports far from home from my 14 year old, “What’s for dinner Mom?” Really? Open the fridge. Or my daughter, who forgot I was GONE, “Can you come pick me up?” Honey, I’m in Dallas. ”Oh I gotta go, bye.” Yup, I miss you too. I used to make meals and leave them in the fridge. Now I figure if they are hungry they will eat. And they have a father, he does it differently than I do, but he’s there and that’s just fine. (He makes them take the actual school bus instead of interrupting his work day to pick them up - MY HERO). When I can fully let go of the pit in my stomach that comes as soon as I hear about a school project due the week I’m away (who will buy the emergency poster board if I’m not around!?) and that weather is coming through Atlanta (any kind of weather, really doesn’t matter) I know I’ll have lightened my luggage load exponentially -LEAVING MORE ROOM FOR ANOTHER PAIR OF SHOES!!!!
(The Suburban Outlaw Meets the Rebel Jeweler in Portland, OR).