Just got back from yet another business trip and I'm trying desperately to regroup. God knows I love travel but my affection is waning. In the words of that great philosopher, Sting, I ask you, "Must I be (wo)man in a suitcase?"
Meanwhile, the photo demonstrates the most interesting thing about my Marriott hotel room in Santa Clara, CA. There I was, buttoning up my Corporate Uniform when I randomly looked up at the ceiling and came upon it, a little story just waiting to be told. I marveled at the incongruity - how exactly would a fire sprinkler and a wire hanger come together in such a dangerous way? I'm a sucker for forbidden love.
It tells me that some other biz traveler, hopelessly bored, thought about how he/she might liven things up a bit. Perhaps when it came time to shower, they pondered the usual routine and opted to (ahem) think outside the stall? Well, let this be a lesson to ya'll. (Whoa, I may need to launch a rap career on this ... )
So, I came across a quote the other day from the writer Ella Williams that I surely relate to: "Bite off more than you can chew, then chew it."
This sums up my life quite nicely. Once again, I'm over-committed with work duties, creative projects and educational jaunts and it makes me wonder - just who the hell do I think I am? Apparently, I am 32 flavors and then some. No wonder I have no love life - where the hell would I put him? My suitcase?
Oi. I need to stay still for awhile and get settled in my life. Perhaps I need to be hosed down ... or maybe just an illicit sprinkling.