Friday, May 11. And so another Three Principles trip and blog begins. Hard to believe. A few people have actually told me they like my blog posts. That must be why I write them; I can’t think of any other reason, except that maybe when I’m in my rocking chair at age 86 I’ll be able to relive my trips and get a nice feeling. This trip feels a little odd as it starts off. Here I am, going to London for the 3PUK Conference, which is always a nice event with a beautiful feeling, going back to my favorite country outside the United States, Italy, and visiting parts of Italy I’ve never been to, and going to a country I’ve always wanted to visit, Israel. So one would think I’d be ecstatic. But even though I am excited and am looking forward to it, it feels too soon to be traveling this much again. I’m feeling a little weary at the start, which has never happened to me before. What is going on? Then I realized, I’ve been going to Europe twice a year since about 2012 and loving it, but this time it was only a few months ago that I took a nearly month-long trip to Australia. I didn’t give myself enough recuperation time in between. But here I am, on my way, and I intend to have a great time, because it would be silly not to.
I intend to have a great time, because it would be silly not to.
This day started at 5:30 AM. I knew I couldn’t do my daily sunrise beach run-walk because I still had last-minute packing to do. As I began my mile or so walk to the train station at 7:15 AM with my rolling suitcase and heavy backpack, I realized that in trying to take a little shortcut it would be a lot more difficult to get across the big, trafficking street, and just as I was kicking myself for not going the other way, a car pulls up, driven by one of the only people I know in the condo complex. She offered me a ride to the station. If I had gone the other way I never would have seen her. Not only that, I found out she is a social media consultant, so we made arrangements for her to do some Administrative Assistant work for me. Serendipity! On my hour-long train ride to Miami, I called my son, Dave. Woke him up. He agreed to meet me at the airport for breakfast. Even though he’s a primarily a musician he does golf caddying on the side to make ends meet, and he had just caddied for one of his favorite basketball players: Duane Wade. So he was flying high. We had a good time. Then I flew off to New York City. I have no idea how it happened, but they put me in first class! Boy, I’ll tell you, it really spoils you. Then I got on my Virgin Atlantic red-eye flight to London and discovered that for some reason they put me in business class! What luck! I saw an amazing movie on the flight: I, Tonya. It just blows me away the assumptions people make about others when we don’t know the full story. The Power of Thought gone wrong, as it often does. It will be interesting to see if I can sleep at all.