How to fail at airports


I was at the airport enjoying a pumpkin beer while waiting for my flight. It was time to board so I headed to the gate. As I made my way through the boarding tube (jet bridge) toward the plane I noticed something was missing. Was it important? Yes; yes it was. It was my luggage.

“Oh shit!” I exclaimed, without a chance to censor myself, and began running out of the tube back into the airport, dodging past my fellow passengers. I ran so fast that I actually ran past the doorway to the terminal, nearly slamming into a glass wall while being yelled at by the boarding attendant. She was saying that I shouldn’t be ‘something something about running.’ She may have been frightened. I’m not sure.

I then repositioned myself to enter the doorway into the airport, instead of crashing into the glass partition like a zany cartoon.

“I forgot my bag!!” I yelled, certainly louder than I should have. “Give me your ticket. I’ll un-board you!” The ticket-swiping-man said, as I thought to myself, “UN-board? What does that even mean?”

I then proceeded to dart towards the pub where I had enjoyed that delightful “punkin” beer that would inevitably be my near-demise. The distance was probably a half a mile to the bar. I flew down the hallway, my heels clapping against the tile in the least subtle way possible. I cursed my boots for drawing even more attention to me than necessary.

“Look away! I’m an idiot!” I berated myself silently as I ran. Onlookers faces plastered with judgment intermingled with worry.

Turning the corner and nearly knocking over a hostess, I grabbed my unsupervised bag. I then began my rapid trek back to the gate, now with my new passenger: the elusive red carry-on. CLOP CLOP CLOP CLOP I went, my red boots matching my red suitcase, like a glaring flash of jackassery streaming through the airport, as if an advertisement of ‘What Not To Do.’

I made it about 3/4 of the way back before I became winded, cursing myself for never doing enough cardio. Questioning every life choice I had ever made from birth until this point, I started picturing all the dire consequences of my actions unfolding as I slowed to catch my breath.

After what seemed like an eternity at the pace of molasses in a freezer, I forced a second wind, refusing to acquiesce. As I passed the pillar, able to view the two gate attendants about to shut me out, I began flailing my free appendages like a disheveled monkey. As I slowed my roll again to approach the ticket counter, the woman started to explain all the reasons why I was an asshole without actually calling me an asshole, which made me think she was kind of an asshole, too.

I passed through the glass opening once again, down the boarding tube, feeling victorious yet still very, very stupid. It was at this moment that I remembered breathing was a thing. Oh, how it hurt! It was as if there was a pressurized metal chamber in my chest the size of a swollen grapefruit, the cold metallic sensation spreading up into my throat like a virus making it feel as fragile as glass. I placed my hand on my heart and it thumped faster than I had ever felt before as I choked for air. It felt cold and hot all at the same time, empty and full, hard as a rock but filled with swirling wind. It was confusing, and surely very dramatic.

As I made my way onto the plane and into my seat my breath tried to settle but my lungs were still enraged.

I then proceeded to cough 76 times at varying degrees of intensity over the course of the next 15 minutes. Each outburst pierced the quiet, hollow aircraft like a personal offense to everyone on board. They all hated me for it; for all seventy six…consistently awkward… seemingly-never-ending…coughs.

~ The End ~

Kicking fear to the curb


Day 13: Be Fearless.

As with most people, I’m scared of a lot of things. One ridiculous fear that comes to mind: even though I love the beach, I’m so afraid of sharks that I’ll often get heart palpitations while swimming–even in the pool. Continue reading

Accidental Creativity



I woke up late today, so I didn’t get to run or do my usual pre-work 30 minutes of Yoga. All day whenever I thought of the challenge, I was wracking my brain to think of what I could do when I got home! Once I got in, I had an idea to pull out some charcoal and draw something, but as I sat in front of the blank paper I just knew my heart wasn’t in it. It felt forced, so I decided to take a yoga break and come back to it. Continue reading




I have only recently been able to meditate and even then it’s a struggle, my mind is constantly swirling with anxiety and random bullshit thoughts so being alone with my brain isn’t usually the best thing. I used to avoid it, but with yoga it’s a necessity. In the beginning I would think of something calming Continue reading

“No” is always an option



For as long as I can remember, I’ve pretty much done what people have told me to. Let me explain: I go to a Doctor’s appointment, they do something (sometimes barely), and then next thing I know I get an astronomical bill and I just have to pay it because that’s what they said to pay and what the hell do I know? Right? Continue reading

Farewell, Notebook




Another year or so, another notebook filled with doodles, To Do lists, and random commentary on life. I always get excited when it’s time to get a new notebook, but at the same time am sad to see the old one go. Before I set this one free, here are some fun highlights!:

Continue reading