Puke

*I recently flew to Chicago to attend and participate in the Alumni soccer game. Of course it was thunder storming as my plane from Sea-Tac to O'Hare was ready to land. I am not a big fan of storms at all to begin with, but whilst in an aircraft at 36,000 feet in the air, fear takes on a whole new meaning. The storms created turbulence like I'd never experienced it. At one point my seat dropped out from under me! My knuckles were white as they gripped the seat and beads of sweat formed on my forehead. I was sooo nauseous, but that's not entirely uncommon when I'm on a landing aircraft so I didn't think too much of it. As we bounced along for what seemed like hours but in actuality may have been ten-ish minutes, I couldn't help but laugh. I felt like a crazy person-- when crying is more appropriate, I was giggling. Wtf?? It was definitely a nervous laugh as I looked around at my fellow fliers thinking So these are the clowns I'm going down with? We continued our eternal descent and I was sure my life was about to end. I contemplated getting my phone out and calling my family and friends to say 'It's been real...' but before I could reach for it, I was PUKING. What?! I always get nauseous but I never actually puke!! It caught me so off guard! I didn't even have time to grab the little vomit bag! Nope-- right into the aisle went my breakfast and lame little lunch. Needless to say I was the most popular on that plane by the time we got off. I'll be grateful that I was in an aisle seat and not a window or (shudder) middle seat! Oh, it was just mortifying. And the turbulence was so bad that the flight attendants couldn't do anything about it until we landed and I was forbidden from excusing myself to the little plane bathroom! Seriously?! Was this happening to me?! Of course it was, this is how my life goes. All in a day.

*Despite the less than pleasant plane landing, I had so much fun in Chicago. Much better than I expected, which is always nice. Going back really assured me that I made the right decision in moving to Seattle. Now I just have to convince everyone there that is so much fun to move here with me. Honestly, I can do without the city (the whole thing smells like sewer and bus exhaust!)-- it's the people that I miss. It was so awesome how we just picked up right where we left off-- no awkwardness or weird vibes. I just can't get over how FUN it was, and I am so glad I dropped the money for the plane ticket out there.

*I started coaching here! I missed the first two days of preseason due to the aforementioned Chicago trip (totally worth it). It's a private high school downtown and I'm the assistant coach for the varsity team. I was sick to my stomach the first morning with nerves, and even into the practice... but by the end of the two hours I was loving it! Honestly when I got there I was like I should just leave and email them that I quit... I can't do this. This is so uncomfortable. My social anxieties are more and more annoying lately, but I am glad that I rarely let them prevent me from embracing new opportunities. I have like thirty new names to learn and personalities that go along with them. I'm so excited to be coaching again-- I love it.

*Back to work today after a good stretch of time off. I feel like I work an insane amount, then am off an insane amount. I appreciate the balance, but the extremes are starting to wear me down. Now that summer is coming to an end, I would be content with spreading my shifts out more uniformly over the week rather than packing them all in to try and get as many days off in a row as possible. We'll see. I go back to nights on September 5th which will make me a super pleasant person to be around. But a wise birdy (aka my boss) told me that two day positions are about to be posted. Here's to hoping that one of the two people in front of me for seniority forgets they want days or just doesn't see the opening in time...