I was at the Phoenix Airport for 8 hours before my 11:30 p.m. flight Friday night (mostly working on my blog). I flew overnight to Atlanta, which was 3 hours time difference because Az. doesn't observe Daylight Savings time. I had a 3 hour layover in Atlanta, then a 2.5 hour flight during which I dozed a bit, but probably didn't lose consciousness. So I basically didn't sleep at all that night! (I slept 10.5 hours Sat. night)
When I got off the plane in Hartford I saw this model of the Goodspeed Opera House made out of Legos! (a nod to my Lego-loving friends Genny and Katerina!). And for those of you who have not been reading my blog from the begining - YES, I know that some of the pictures are sideways! And I've tried everything I know to straighten them out using Weebly (including flipping the original and re-saving it - doesn't work!). I figure sideways is better than no image.
This is Marty Kristopher Robin in his new home (i.e., my home) and the beach across the street from my place right after I got home.
Later in the evening...
One last flosser (I only saw 3 this whole trip, I was expecting more!). And, the other two pictures are from Wednesday - my first package of stuff arrived on Tuesday, then these three packages arrived Wed. The note is from a postal worker at the Williams, Az. post office. It made me cry to think that someone (a perfect stranger) would write me this very kind message.
And of course these is one last story - on Wed. I was feeling weak because I donated blood that morning and didn't drink enough fluids beforehand. I'd had to leave the Yale Art Gallery earlier than I planned to get something to eat, and then headed home for a nap because I was so depleted. Some of it was emotional as well (and, as one of my fellows pointed out - likely a result of that morning's blood donation and the fact that I just got home from a massive adventure 3 days ago with a 3 hour time difference!).
I saw that there was something on the mailbox and tried to open my screen door to get at it and just couldn't open the screen door. I concluded that I must have inadvertently locked it and gave up. I napped. While I was napping the postal carrier came and dropped off these 3 packages and knocked on the door, waking me. I yelled, "Thank you!" and got up. I still couldn't open the door. I finally unlocked it. But it turned out I was actually locking it! I then unlocked it for real and easily opened the door, to find this package with the note on it. It felt to me like the universe made that happen so that when I finally opened the door, it would be to find that lovely message.
As Liz said, "Perfect is in the eye of the beholder." Well, in the eye of this beholder, this trip was absolutely perfect! I wouldn't have changed a thing.
Thank you for taking this journey with me. Many blessings on you.
Barb Nangle is the founder of Higher Power Coaching and Consulting, an entrepreneur and an eternal optimist. She loves motivating others to become better and better versions of themselves, just as she has become better and better versions of herself.