Hotel Life

I'm feeling very good.



Last year at this time, things were tight and things were stressful. 

Six months ago at this time, things were the same.

 A month ago at this time, things were coming to a breaking point and I was officially freaking out. 

Freaking out about money.  About the future.  About being an ugly loser who would never find a job ever again.

Well, maybe not ugly, but I was freakin the freak out. 

And then one day, I found myself doing something that I never do.  Painting my fingernails.  How simple.  How insignificant. 

I painted them a pastel pink (check: Spring List).  I let go and I focused my attention on something simple and insignificant. I stopped worrying about money for a couple of minutes. I held perfectly still while they dried. 


Shortly after, the phone rang.  A recruiter found my resume.  An interview was scheduled for the next day. 

And like that, the last year didn't matter anymore.  It didn't even sting anymore.  It was only a reminder that hard work does pay off. 


Tonight, I'm in Maryland.  All by myself.  In a hotel that has a fantastic tub and a king size bed.  I'm here for training for my new job.  A job that I really, really love. 

Almost as much as I love hotels.  I've told this to you before. Okay, looking back on past posts, maybe I haven't yet. 

I love hotels.  I love the white linens and how someone changes them for you each day.  And white towels that, well, ditto.  You get to take baths every night and crank the AC up because you're not going to have to pay extra for that.  I love how you get to use all the lotion in those little bottles, and then they're replaced the next day.  I love that you can make waffles in the morning at the continental breakfast.  And, you get as much ice as you want. 

Part of me thinks I should buy an ice bucket when I get home from hotels.  Part of says, "You deserve more lotion in your life." 

So, they put me up in a hotel for three nights.  I got here, unpacked everything (because it feels more special when you take the things out of your bag and put it away), threw off my travelling pants, soaked in the tub, used two towels, and danced a little dance in my room to my itunes library.  Because I can. 

Tonight I got dinner, complete with crab cakes because, well, when in Rome.  I scouted out what I will do tomorrow, and then sat down, AC on and computer ready to write. 

Its simple. Maybe insignificant.

But, to me, its the start of something great. 

And those things usually come along when you distract yourself and focus on something as small as pink fingernails.