Buzzing Like A Bee

Relax. You're on a journey of discovery. Let life reveal itself to you.

I thought for fun, I would start each blog post with the meditation of the day.

I sort of snorted with cynicism at today's post. Please understand, I don't always wake up inspired and enlightened. Honestly, I'm a curmudgeon at heart who is trying desperately to be a better person.

Let life reveal itself.

Yes....

It is a journey.

One that feels like I am catching multiple flights to get to my destination.
And I'm only talking about today.

I woke up at 7am. There is ZERO (did you read that clearly.. I said Z-E-R-O) central heat in my sister's home. I have the following:
A rolling radiator heater. (Does basically nothing.)
Flannel sheets.
Electric blanket.

That blanket basically keeps me from slipping into hypothermia each evening. I woke up and could see smoke coming from my mouth. Fed the cats, then proceeded to take a shower in the singlest coldest room in the house.

Somehow I got myself ready and then approached the world.
With caution.
I tossed and turned last night, finally surrendering to at least 6 episodes of Sex in the City Season 2. (Not the best season.)

Somehow.. I found myself in line at Starbucks. Which happens to be in a grocery store. Because I live about 30 miles from a Starbucks proper. (That is one that has a drive thru.)

I went to pay for my $5.08 coffee (seriously,) when I realized I left my wallet in the car. I braved the freezing temps again (please note, I'd never make it up North,) then finally paid for my drink. Since I was in this store, I thought I would pop by the deli and check out their breakfast bar selection. As I am walking over there, I notice my red cup is dripping.. yes my dear friends, my over priced caffeine with sweetener was leaking out of my cup and dripping onto my mitten-ed hand.

Instead of pouring my drink into another cup, they proceeded to just give me another red cup to layer it with. This is important to remember as we proceed through the story. BTW - It's only 12:45 right now. (As I type this.)

I get to work and struggle to carry all of my shit into to the back door of the museum. I say shit, because that is what it felt like.

Wait. I need to say my mantra again.

Relax. You're on a journey of discovery. Let life reveal itself to you.

Okaaaaay...

I make it to the door, only to drop the following items at least 5 times as I head down the cobble stoned walk way:
Medicine Bag
Purse
Keys
Coffee (never fell.)
Computer bag
Breakfast in a sack.
Container of soup.

Yes, yes, yes. I see the problem. None of these things were contained.
Anyway...

I unlock the door to the museum and drop most of everything. Again.
I unset the alarm.
I attempt to make my way upstairs.
Dropping things along the way.
By the time I get to my office, I'm worn out. Plum worn out.

I have less than 5 minutes to read a Press Release and call world reknowned violinist Robert McDuffie. I have to conduct an interview with him, via phone, while he is sipping coffee in New York.

My eyes race through the release before I call, and I take one last deep breath. Show time.

Wait.. do you know who he is?


I really am beyond blessed as a journalist. Sooo...

We chatted it up for about 30 minutes and I get all of the info I need to write a feature on his upcoming concert for Macon Magazine, then I finally shovel my cold breakfast into my mouth.

I spend the rest of the morning doing museum stuff: returning emails, checking our financials out, checking in on staff, running through my to-do list. It is all very basic stuff. Then I decide to take that final sip of my coffee.

Which happens to drip down my sweater. Remember when I mentioned the cup was placed in another cup? Well, when I turned the cup up to drain the last sliver of coldish coffee heaven, it proceeds to drip out of the second up in all of its leaky goodness.

Of course, I try to sop it up with a tissue, then proceed to spritz a little DKNY perfume over it. Now I smell like a french prostitute leaving a coffee shop. Awesome.

Because I have TWO MORE INTERVIEWS TO CONDUCT TODAY.

I'm working on two entirely different stories - 1. I have to chat it up with the director of the House of Hines about alternative bridal gowns for a magazine. 2. I have to drive to Warner Robins to interview a female body builder for a newspaper.

What a girl will do for some money. ;-)

Again.. it's only lunch time. I still have the museum to run and tons of looming deadlines for freelance projects.

Back to the meditation for the day - Relax.
Okay.

You're on a journey of discovery. Let life reveal itself to you.

Okay... Let's do this...

Buzzzzzzz......