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Tuesday, August 30. Somewhat peaceful & Mostly Uneventful...

Ok so.  I have to be honest.  When I was a flight attendant, I used to pray before every take off, that my trip be peaceful and uneventful.  I mean, think about it...Airplane...exciting...eventful...no thank you!! I'd do my service, then do my homework or read my InStyle magazine and be content. So When I quit, the habit, unfortunately didn't stick. This rushing to wait for a train thing is a whole other world to me. So since I forgot to ask that things be uneventful,  I went through some of the most unimaginable things you can picture.  (See my other blog--The Receptionist) Now, I'm takin' it back to the days of old.  So this morning, I said a quick prayer, and I was off.

The commute started off with "time" deciding to speed up on me, and as I am trying to get the antibiotic (pill) down my cat's throat, (he caught himself a little staff infection) I realize I need to leave immediately in order to be on time.  He swallowed it. I scream at the hubby to wake up and feed the cat. He nearly jumped out of his skin but complied. He yells an, "I love you!" as I return the yell and run out the door.  I am almost to the end of the block when I hear my husband yell, "Honey! Your phone!" I turn around to see my loving, skinny, husband in our front yard, wearing only boxer shorts and a concerned look on his face, holding my iPhone up in the air so I can see it.  I hurried back to our gated yard to get my phone, but mostly to get him back inside the house before anyone noticed.  My husband NEVER comes outside like this. But he has an addiction to his phone and probably thought I wouldn't make it through the day without mine. :-) That, and he wanted to rest his mind that he can reach me if needed.  But probably more of the first... 

Anyway, I rush up the block after grabbing my phone and blurting, "Thanks!"  As I turn the corner onto the main street, the bus, my shortcut as opposed to walking the 3 1/2 blocks, goes whizzing by.  I'm let down.  How dare the bus driver not know that I am rushing, running a few minutes late, and needed him to also run a few minutes late so I could get on his bus! How dare he not know my needs. Or she...or whoever was driving the darn thing.  So I take a deep breath and hike it slightly uphill and down the mile long block to the subway station as fast as I can go.  What a workout first thing in the morning.  Yuck! But the universe must have noticed that it had just messed with me yesterday and decided to cut me some slack, because as soon as I got to the train platform, my train came. AND it was the one that takes me closest to my work office.  AND it didn't dilly, dally, or delay! (Simply unheard of!) 

I stepped into the train car and got a seat.  It's like a red carpet was rolled out just for me.  No one's dreadlocks or newspapers were slapping me in the face. No one tried to throw their "bows" (Thanks Luda...I still like that.) and knock me out of the way.  No run. leap, push ladies were on board running, leaping, and pushing to get a seat.  It was actually quite a lovely experience to walk on and sit down.  I closed my eyes and next thing I knew, we were at my stop. I arrived at work at 8:01. Technically, not late at all.

What a lovely, almost completely uneventful commute. The universe and I are friends again.

Lesson:  Keep pressing, eventually the universe will bother someone else? :-)

A Girl Changing The World



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