Just a soul whose intentions are good.

In 24 hours I’ll hop a car ride to Buffalo, a plane to New York City, a cab to Astoria, have dinner and a drink with friends, sleep, awaken to a 45-minute train ride to Herald Square, walk to E 35th & Madison, meet with a potential employer, leave happy or completely disheartened, go shopping (which will be therapeutic or celebratory, depending on said meeting), meet an old friend for lunch, train back to Astoria, gather my things, bus back to LaGuardia, fly back to Buffalo, drive back to Chautauqua and pass out.

So, yeah. I think I have my work cut out for me. Not to mention I’d be a great subject for a children’s book highlighting modes of transportation. I’m sure I could try to fit a boat ride in somewhere.

Of course, I’m completely stressed. Not about the interview. I have total control over that. But the car ride? The flight? How many things can possibly go wrong that I can’t control? These are the throughts running through my head the past two days as I check and re-check the weather, flight times, train routes, engine oil, etc. I thank my mother for the incredible sense of worry she’s blessed me with, and I thank my father and sister for telling us we’re crazy.

I wish I could learn to relax. Yesterday my legs were like Jell-O, and I couldn’t catch my breath. My heart slams every time I think about traveling alone.

And on top of everything, I saw a “save the date” in the new BonAlumnus for the Hellinger Awards. And I have to make a speech in front of incredibly successful people for an award I still can’t understand receiving. So it was mini-heart attack central all over again.

Maybe a gin and The New Yorker just before I board will make me feel a little better. Sigh. Wish me luck.