Potential
Last night I felt a little crazy; too much to do, no time left, crazy. Fever blister from stress crazy. geeeezus. Times like these, one needs to be alone, I always thought. But when the thought circles and energy are counterproductive, then having someone there to keep the brainwaves straight is priceless. I have a person like that who keeps me straight while letting me leak the crazy out. I can hand her a roll of toilet paper and ask her to divide it into four rolls. I can ask her to make piles, or to trash garbage, or to tape boxes or to just be there, and Maggie does and is. Any judgement is kept hidden from me, and I can blob out. So with my guardian angel, I packed the bags, crossed off more on my lists and got to bed by 1:00am ( with this blog, and music playlists left on the last list). Flight United 12 leaves at 8:06am for San Francisco.
5:55am My other guardian, arrives to drive we three to the airport. Nate, nervous, excited, scared, weak from the early morning, and having not yet eaten, broke. Everything was too heavy. Max was bouncing. I was just moving, brushing teeth, turning off lights, picking up, putting down, talking, talking. Matt was smiling, filming and cheering us on, like he does. He was on board in December 100% and was on board this morning 100% - which is saying something, since Nate was crying and things must have looked dim. But Matt is unyielding support. He told us a story on the way to Logan Airport about a group of people who laugh together. I picture them bald, like Hare Krishna though I know they are probably not. These people meet and begin with a forced laugh. The theory is that the laughter turns authentic, and is then contagious. The meetings end in belly laughter.
We check in, hug and text and tweet goodbyes and headed to gate B27. On the plane I remembered to turn in my vacation email alert:
Subject: Gone Hiking!
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