Nearly missed the plane this morning. It's a really awful feeling running late for a flight. I blame Miki!!! If I hadn't begged the met nazi's on the train to let me off to buy one then I would have arrived at the Sybus in time- and not with only 20 mins to get to the Airport. So I weighted up my options and made an executive decision to jump in a cab.
Cab it was. Thank you Raj for speeding and being so very awesome. Good Karma to you.
In my mind I would have arrived 45 mins before the flight time, leisurely sailed through the check-in with my carry on and headed straight to the 'strip-off and unload' station that is airport security. It would have been a breeze, boots, belt, phone, laptop, lipstick (always a confusion for the scanner).
If only the Loreal Ravishing Red was the covert device they think it is and the sole reason why my bag needs to be scanned several times at this check point. 'Miss can just you empty your bag, is that lipstick? Oh OK'. I have learned my lesson. All out into the blue boxes to be screened. Warn the people behind me that this may take a while.
All this happened in my mind, but there was nothing breezy about it. It was a mad panic to check me in and get me through in time. Then the fucking terrorist scan. I tried the trick that Mikey taught me, which was to faf about getting your gear back on and wait for 2 other shmucks in front of you to be called. But this one officer had it in for me. He could see what I was doing, I knew, he knew so he singled me out and waited for me. He was nice. I think he just saw that I might have been in a talkative mood (which I wasn't because I was stressing about missing my flight). Maybe he hadn't had anyone good to chat to today. So he and I went through the drill. I had no traces of terrorism and I talked to a man about his wife and kids. Not a terrorist, no explosives. But I do have a suspicious lipstick.
Thank fuck I didn't miss my flight. But it was close! Why didn't I just catch a cab from my house directly to the airport? Same price in the end, same time, less stress. Because I'm an idiot.
So now I'm in Sydney for my last weekend of shows. You may think what does this have to do with getting back on the dance floor? I don't really know. But I think the daily asking myself that question is the start of something. Maybe if I download all the banal crazy shit that's in my head, I'll have space for something creative.
What I did realise after re-reading Wednesday Chutney (and doing a much needed edit) is that I didn't really communicate how sad I am for Amanda Sullivan losing both her parents, and to her children who only knew their grandparents for a short time. To my parents who lost their long time friends and to all the other people they left behind. I'm very sorry for your loss.
What I was trying to say was how all of that affected what is happening now. In this circumstance it's been really powerful and reflective, and since then I've had a call to action.
The 'Life in Movement' documentary is as much about that too. Dealing with all the many layers of grief and I relate to trying to keep things alive through creativity. I suppose this really affected me last week (in an introspective way) and got me thinking about whether I'm living my life fully and in a meaningful way creatively. It's quite a selfish perspective and I'm aware of that. But more to the point if there isn't a striving for meaning and truth in my life, then what the fuck am I doing here when there are people out there who'd give anything to have people back who were?
After this weekend I will have more time to write and to get my shit together to see a physio to plan out how and what I need to do to get back into training. Yoga's a good start too.
Sayonara
j
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