Saturday, April 10, 2010

I miss my bed

We are in Tulare, also known as the middle of fucking no where. We woke up at 3:30 this morning and were on the road by 4:30 driving to Hanford to teach a class. Tomorrow we have another class for a pool supply company. I will wait in the car and read and write while Ronald teaches.

Right now we are in the lounge drinking and playing on our computers. There is a guy in front of a cheese plate stuffing his face and talking so loud. He is talking absolute nonsense.

I'm feeling ok this morning. I'm good at toughing it out when I need to and staying strong. But really, I feel rather self-conscious and horrible about myself at the moment.

I'm on my second drink and missing home and the puppies...

1 comment:

  1. While I was away I took the advice of two people - and it really helped me keep it together. I don't know if it will help you, or not.
    The first one was my sponsor who told me that when she is traveling and is feeling disconnected she closes her eyes and repeats the phrase "God is with me, all is well" over and over until she feels better. I was skeptical, but I can tell you that when we hit that turbulence on the plane, I found it very helpful and reassuring to repeat that phrase....

    The other advice I was given was to scream. Funny, huh?
    I actually did this, twice! Once, I carried a pillow out onto the balcony where we were staying and buried my face in it and screamed into it. At first it felt silly, but then it felt oddly good.
    The second time, I was out on the beach with my daughter. I had no where to go, alone, so I told her we were going to make some noise and we took turns yelling. We tried to outdo each other, and got louder with each yell. Yes - we got some funny (even annoyed) looks, but who cares! I'm never going to see them again, and the laughter my daughter and I shared was too good to miss.