When I am on "empty" both spiritually and mentally, I have certain places I can go. I don't get to these places often, because they are scattered throughout North America and most are far away from my home. But every now and then, through either business or leisure travel, I find myself in one of my favorite places. And when I get the opportunity to get to one of my favorite "refueling" stations, I find that just a few minutes there are enough to relax my mind, refuel my inspiration and ignite my passion for months to come.
Hotel food. I mostly hate it. Some of it is good, but for the most part it is over-priced and not very good. This week, I had my fill. That is until I sat down to dinner yesterday. I grabbed the menu, ready to order, then noticed something was missing. "Hey," I asked the waitress, "where are my empanadas?"
The other day I was in Newark, on my way to Chicago to catch a connecting flight home. I was flying Southwest and my group had lined up. Someone in the line struck up a conversation about TSA of which there are always an opinion or two, good or bad. The TSA agents were going to conduct an impromptu screening of passengers as they boarded the flight. I have been through this many times before and I even question their effectiveness. But it's supposed to be a good thing, so I tend to take brief inconveniences like this in stride and then go along about my business. So when the announcement was made, a few us of sighed, groaned and complained softly under our breaths but accepted it as the cost of traveling in today's crazy world. But one passenger, standing behind me, loudly proclaimed, "A waste of time!" I turned around and found that the complaint came from James "Jimmie" Walker.
My job keeps me on the road. I enjoy what I do - selling - and can't think of anything I would like to do more, except maybe writing. But that's pretty much a "pie in the sky" notion, so I stick to selling full-time. I also like to travel - when it's relaxing. But with what I do, travel is seldom relaxing.