Word of the Week #332:
So, I am a cocky kid.
Not all the time, and not in every aspect. Just, I tend to know that whatever happens, I will handle it.
Now, I have to board a flight tonight. 8PM boarding. Normal normal.
What do I do about it? I hang out with my friends all afternoon doing the randomest stuff imaginable. Stuff that would have no direct, immediate effect other than the joy it created in my life and (hopefully) theirs.
It is already past 4PM that I get back home. At this point, I should mentioned that I had not even begun packing yet.
Do I get into it immediately? Of course not!
No, for a flight that boards at 8, and for which check in closes at 7, I do not start packing till it is already 6PM. Cocky.
It is 6:40 when I actually step out of the door to leave for the airport. Now, my place is barely 5 minutes from the airport, so that was never a concern.
And as I would expect, by 7PM, I’m at the airport bar sitting nursing a glass of ginger ale in one hand and tossing roasted peanuts into my mouth with the other.
It is fun being cocky and still having my life work out just fine.
Update: So, my flight got delayed by a good 40 minutes. I’m still sitting at the bar, and I guess I’ll just post this now that I have the time instead of waiting for later in the night. Oh, the irony.
