Well, I am packed up, at least, and going to bed now.
Why is it that I always end up doing laundry the night before I leave town, and end up waiting around on it so I can finish packing?
I think I actually always do that.
Except for the times when I just pack the dirty clothes, and wash them when I arrive to wherever I am going.
Anyway… I am exhausted and nervous to see how things work out with my bags at the airport.
I used to be able to judge perfectly if a bag was fifty pounds or fewer.
The downside of getting so much stronger recently is that I have no idea how a fifty-pound bag feels now…
When I wake up in three and a half hours to go to the gym, we will see how I am feeling, and we will hope for the best at the airport.
Fingers are crossed.
I repeat: Fingers are crossed.
Dear Lord, help me to make this wonderful full trip beautifully and successfully in one easy go.
Thank you for this opportunity.
Help me to share myself with the world around me in the best possible way to serve the world via this body in which I live.
Thank you for this life.