I like to fly; this is not something I ever thought I would be doing on a regular basis, but it looks like I might. I am a good traveler; I actually enjoy it and usually look forward to each trip with great anticipation and a bit of delight. Truly.
Yesterday, I flew into O'Hare Airport from Long Beach, CA (the BEST airport in the world, I might add - less than two minutes in the security line
). Everything seemed to be going off without a hitch until I was seated and we were preparing for take-off. We ended up waiting on the tarmac for 40 minutes and ended up reaching our destination late. But that wasn't the worst of it - many things went awry.
My seat was broken, wouldn't recline. There was a zuzzing sound in the wall where I would lean should I want to sleep - of course, no sleep was forthcoming. The electronics in my seat were broken - no TV, no movies, no radio - nothing. The flight attendant forgot me - all I wanted was some tomato juice. So by the time the turbulence hit, I was expecting it. It was significant but no one made a peep. I always enjoy watching the flight attendants during turbulence. It's almost like they put this mask on that says, "I'm cool, you're cool." They position their feet, so they won't get knocked off balance; it can be quite amusing. So I just decided at that moment to enjoy the turbulence.
It comes and goes in our lives. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right? You have to know the pain to appreciate the joy. Into each life must fall a little rain. Against the wind. The problem with becoming accustomed to turbulence is that when it is absent, there is a tendency to seek it out. Well, and sometimes, it seeks me out - personally. I think it's a vengeance thing, really. :-)
Today, I will engage in conversations with HR and Recruiting Professionals, Industry experts and vendors. The exchange will be constant and the intake will be great. I am glad to leave the turbulence at 30,000 feet and just enjoy the breeze and fresh air that will, no doubt, swirl around me.