The Effects of Frequent Flying...

I feel like I've been on a red eye for the last 4 weeks. I've spent more time in hotels than my own home and have used a suitcase more often than my dresser. Where there used to be a toilet is now just the bare plumbing and the laminate has been replaced with cement foundation....I guess we decided to renovate while I was away. The cat condo, which I recently broke my toe on, has been moved to a location of high traffic and it makes me feel uneasy in it's new spot. I got home last night and didn't recognize the clothes in the drawer because I hadn't seen them in so long. When I first got to my room, I noticed a towel on my bed. I couldn't remember if I had put it there and if I hadn't, who did and what were they doing?

This is one of the many effects of frequent flying. Don't get me wrong, I like travel. To travel on the company's buck is a great way to see the world. But sometimes it seems like I spend all my time at home catching up to the rest of this world, the home life. It doesn't stop because I can't be here. Life goes on and it goes on without me.

It sounds a little dark, maybe a tad depressing, but at least it's honest. I haven't had a day off in 3 weeks because of trade shows. Exhausting trade shows. I sat through a phone conference today and the only thing I contributed was a yawn every minute or so. I did get a lot of work completed, but I have to admit I found myself just staring at my computer screen a few times and wasn't really sure how long that had been going on. Is that sleeping with my eyes open? I think they were really wide open too....like my eyelids had given up. It probably would have looked weird if someone had walked in.

I started writing this two days ago, thought I might have something more to add to it or end on some great insight. It looks like I'm tapped out on words of wisdom for now.

I just caught myself staring again...my eyeballs are dry.

~Bean

I am standing in a room.
A room full of doors.
Everyone know what they need to do when they get here.
Each door is a choice, a path; never a right answer, never a wrong decision, always an adventure.
Sometimes I can see the path others take, see how I would do it differently, but ultimately know I can't follow.
The path I choose must be my own; clear of conscious debate, advice and research. This path can only be lead by the heart.
Your heart will never lead you down the wrong path. It will take you on a journey so that you gain an experience that will change you, teach you and make you grow.
Lessons of life are tough; lessons of love are tougher.
But remember, it's always a lesson, never a mistake.


~Bean

Rantings of an unsettled soul....

I've lost my way and I can't find my map....

I'm tired.....tired of being disappointed, let down and led astray....

I once told someone to be thankful for the people, places and things that inspire you to be more, to do more and make your life everything you want it to be. Appreciate your nouns, right?

Well, I need my nouns.....I lost them in the scramble....



~Bean

All the small things...

Make it all worthwhile.

www.mylifeisaverage.com

Most of it is pretty average stuff, but every once in a while I come across one that makes me laugh out loud and then everyone stares at me.

~Bean

I long for it....
If only.....=)


~Bean

Oh...so it's going to be one of THOSE weeks....

So it's been a while.....

I went to Edmonton last week to see a concert and some old friends. I don't normally go to many concerts; I hate the crowds and the noise, especially the noise from the crowds. Luckily, I had backstage access and didn't have to put up with the "regular" people. My friend is the lead singer and while it's amazing to see him perform, it's equally amazing to see his fans. These girls would rip the flesh from his bones if they were given the chance. I don't think I've ever loved someone the way these girls love him. Completely insane, totally awesome.

The whole trip was like going back in time about 10 years, except this time I'm not a student and I actually have money. This allows me to make impulse purchases like a new MacBook Pro simply because there's no PST in Alberta. It was nice to stay up all night and get into all sorts of mischief again. Refreshing....but totally exhausting. Ten years ago, any trouble we would get into could be attributed to our young rebellious nature. Now, I'm too old to run from the cops and really, we all should know better, right? I won't get into any details, just know that it was fun.

So that was last week.....

This week hasn't held a candle to last week. Work, work, work and no fun. We're having a Friends & Family sale at our warehouse and it is busy! And some of the people that come to these sales are amazingly unpleasant. The sale is full of crazy good deals and people just don't appreciate it. When ever there are good deals, there are jerks. I'd like to know how these jerks got on our mailing lists? Whose friend or family member are you? You want to know what my name is to make a complaint? I want to know what your name is so I can take you off the list.
Bah!

Is it Friday yet?

~Bean