Quick note for this Sunday as I want to finish writing my first ever newsletter that is going out tomorrow. Sign up here if you'd like to get it. I was thinking of calling it “Emmie, Unfiltered” but we'll see.
One of the things that I need to work on in my daily routine is celebrating victories. They can be big or small, but the act of accomplishing something and then brushing it aside to focus on another problem is just sad. We throw away little victories all the time, when we should be shouting them from rooftops, or at least doing a chair dance (you know, a little butt wiggle in your chair to some music.)
I've been a little grumpy the past couple of days as I've now got 2 aching ankles from my visit to the concrete in Chinatown, but something hit me like a ton of bricks last night.
(Can I just say that I'm amazed at how many people take photos in airplane bathrooms? Talk about an awkward Google search.)
On the flight to NYC where I met the lovely Mindy, we were only about an hour into the flight when the venti coffee hit my bladder. I fretted. I hadn't gone in an airplane lavatory in YEARS for fear I'd get stuck there or something. I would plan trips in hopes they would be short enough for me to have enough bladder control and not have to tempt fate.
Well, I knew I was in for it since were were only an hour in, so I scooted out of my seat and went to the door. I opened it, sucked my stomach in and to my surprise, went right through the little door with no problems! I did my biz-ness, washed my hands, and got back to my seat in a very short period of time without any incidences of hips stuck in places they shouldn't be. Not only was my bladder relieved that I got up and actually tried to use the bathroom, but I had done something I feared for so long because of my size.