People.

FOH and I are leaving for The Homeland in approxmiatley 4 hours.

I had to lie to TC and say four, otherwise his stress level would just be off the charts and I really can’t handle any further levels of stress at the moment.

I feel like a chicken with its head chopped off running around in aimless circles, with many futile attempts at trying to figure out what to do next.

There are, at least, five hundred and seven other things that I have deemed Super Important or on the must remember to f-ing pack this list. Except what felt important wasn’t packing all the baby gear and crap that I probably am most likely not even going to use anyway — it was this.

This brief moment of calm and pause.

Where I can remind myself that soon it will be over.

We will have arrived in D.C.

FOH’s first flight.

Wish us all luck. Pray for me. Ideally at exactly 7:40 when we take off this evening. My nerves and I would both really appreciate it. Thanks.

This is where I try to give my inner being The Pep Talk of, you got THIS! Ain’t no thang!

Where I say things outloud like, for the love of god, I teach a YOGA class. I promote MEDITATION. CALMNESS. PRESENT MOMENT. DEEP BREATHS.

And then where I promptly think, yeah, I’m f-d.

Do as I say, not as I do … right?