1. Don't fight it. Let the magic happen.
2. Everyone uses the bathroom.
3. Mellow music makes many things possible.
1. Don't fight it. Let the magic happen:
I had two connections--due to the late nature of my purchase. So after my first flight to St. Paul, I was in Albuquerque. My final destination was SLC. As I landed, my connecting flight was right there. I could see it through the window of my arriving plane. By the time I got my bag and deplaned, it was gone. It'd left without me. I was going to miss my movie. I did my best to keep my cool. After my whirlwind effort to get there, I was going to miss the screening of my own film.
After I was booked on the next flight out, I made as many phone calls as I could to get myself to the theatre as quickly as possible. Now all I could do was buy some dinner and wait. Emily and I chatted on the phone. She suggested I turn a negative into a positive by writing a song. Not exactly what I had in mind, but okay. It just sort of happened. I was just walking down the corridor and lyrics and a melody just started coming into my head. I jotted the lyrics down in my notebook, hummed the melody quietly under my breath, and then faced a plate glass window (so nobody would think I was crazy) and recorded it into my iPhone. Stay tuned for my airport demo as well as a "real" recording of Flying.
I'm glad that--instead of fighting the situation with frustration--I let something magical happen.
screening with 5 minutes to spare. It was great to connect with friends, cast members, crew, etc. And the movie looked great on the big screen. It got a rave review. It's not the New York Times, but I'll take it. I'm glad I went.
2. Everyone uses the bathroom
3. Mellow music makes many things possible
Saturday night I went skiing at Sundance, alone. I love to ski, but I'd never been by myself before and never night skiing. It was amazing. I'd just skiied a hard run so decided to take an easy route down this time. As I rode the lift up, I watched the people skiing below. What made the good skiiers and snowboarders good? They made it look so easy. They looked so relaxed. Hmm. What if that was the secret? Relax. I thought I'd give it a try. As I got to my "easy" run, I put on some mellow music. (Never having skiied alone before, I'd also never skiied with music in my ears.) I picked something chill and headed down. I just let myself relax. What a joy. It was beautiful. It was fun. I arrived at the bottom. I decided to try the same approach, but this time with a black diamond. (For those non-skiiers, black diamonds are the most difficult routes. I have almost always been a blue diamond skiier--the next level down.)
So I rode the lift up to Top Gun, the highest black diamond run open that night. I put in my tunes, took a deep relaxing breath and eased myself over the edge. I took it nice and slow. No fast or fancy moves. Deliberate. Steady. Even. I turned smoothly. My body felt fluid. Nothing was clenched or tight. I bobbled a few times, but I stayed up on my skiis. And before I knew it, I was down on the flats, cruising easily and smoothly to the bottom. I hadn't fallen once. I'd just skiied Top Gun. Thank you Bono, The Edge and "The Moment of Surrender". With God all things are possible. With mellow music, many things possible.
On my way home from the airpot, I had a chance to ponder. Travel is good in that way. I'm glad Emily kicked my out of the house. She was right. There is high inflation on regret. There's also a high dividend on adventure.