Flip the Script

Amazing what happens when you let yourself vent.

ca·thar·sis \kə-ˈthär-səs\
1. purification of the emotions primarily through art
2. purification that brings about spiritual renewal or release from tension
3. elimination of a complex by bringing it to consciousness and affording it expression

I don't know why it took me so long*, but I'm done. Time to flip the script. United Airlines sucks. My bag is god knows where. I lost two days to this mess. All still true. But you know what else is true?

  • I have a job (when many are not so fortunate right now), and that job is cool enough to send me to another country for a conference.
  • I am in an urban nirvana of Eurotrashiness and I need to hit the pavement and dig it!
  • The airline says they have at least located my bag. It may never make it to Ottawa. I may only see it weeks after I'm home. Who the hell knows...but they found it.
  • My hotel is swanky. The devil is in the details and I'm relishing the suede armchairs, super fluffy bed, and free upgrade to 11th floor view of Parliament.
  • I'm not rolling in leisure cash, but the not insignificant twice over triple digit figure required to bring me back to bare minimum essentials is still manageable. I'm fortunate that I have even a small amount of financial flexibility.
  • The men here are hot. hot. hot.
  • My room service dinner rocked.
  • Canadians are probably the politest people I've ever met. Ever. Like, it's unnerving.
  • I still have three days to turn this around.
Ahhhhh. Another catharsis.

*recovering from the flu, work pressures through the roof, school assignments and readings hitting peak mid-semester levels, I'm just off my game.

Dinner at the market

en route...