Listening to the Anaconda radio edit is kind of surreal.

Good morning! Determined to have a great day.

Good morning! Determined to have a great day.

It would be neato if this hotel had blankets.

Feeling much less anxious and fragile now that presentation is over. It was only a little disappointing. So…good then?

As it turns out, I didn’t stare out the window thinking of nothing the whole time. I caught up with Serial. It’s fascinating. And it’s especially weird because I live here and know all those places—except Leakin park. I love the format, the deep, investigative journalism, the storytelling. I hope they do more. 




Mike Brown was murdered 64 days ago

This is something school lessons really downplay.

I legit thought it only lasted a week or two and was shocked when I learned otherwise.

Because to acknowledge the length of the protests/boycotts is to suggest that the United Stated resisted the right thing. They like to pretend like the country just didnt know what it was doing and only had to be tapped gently on the shoulder before it changed everything. They don’t want people to know that the country clung to its racism for almost a decade after the movement really started. Hell, they act like rosa parks, the million man march and the civil rights act all happened in one year or less. It didnt.

(via kelsium)

There are times I love travel, love airplanes and hotels. But today I just feel anxious. I don’t know if it’s because the hotel is kinda sketchy or I’m just tired. I’m most certainly worried about my presentation tomorrow and all the work to come this week. I’m anxious about leading worship for all my colleagues on Sunday and afraid of disappointing people.

I usually like being independent, but for some reason I feel fragile instead. I miss my fambly.

I must be an awfully boring adult. Used to be I was devastated to not have my computer/Walkman/phone to use on a plane trip. Now I don’t even have a pen and I’m all, whatever. I’m going to cherish two hours of staring out the window thinking about NOTHING.

Dammit MTA. 

I miss the kids already and I’m not even to the airport yet.

Dammit MTA.

I miss the kids already and I’m not even to the airport yet.

Update: I said the right things (as suggested by Isopod) and my resignation announcement went as well as could be hoped.

Now on to the next thing, which is my busiest work week of the year. Wooooooooo!

ETA: oh, and I cried! Bonus points! What a dork!