May 06, 2007
Sunday Morning Thoughts
I'm running a a bit slow today. Not for the reasons you think - I can hear y'all from here. No, I didn't over indulge last night. Just a good meal with some great company and back to the room.
And I can't honestly say I'm "tired". That's got a negative connotation. This is more mellow. Thoughtful.
I'm very proud of myself not NOT booking a flight that takes off at 0 dark 30. I got to sleep in, and just take my time. VERY nice change for one of my trips.
I just went outside to grab a morning smoke and wandered a bit around this tiny section of our nation's capitol. There is a brisk breeze this morning, not really cold, but enough to get my attention. The sun is bright and welcome. There wasn't a lot going on around me. Traffic was scarce, just a couple of cabs sitting in front of the hotel, waiting. And as I sat on the bench I couldn't help but giggle a bit. I'm sitting here in the Sunday morning glow In My Nation's Capitol. Twice in a fortnight. And both trips were to try and make a difference. And both trips I've walked away inspired. It's kind of mind boggling.
Normally I hate traveling on Sundays. Really. I hate it. They are MY day. To cook, putter, drive, WHATEVER my heart desires. But this has been a fantastic trip. I've had the opportunity to meet some really incredible folks. And if I told you I learned a thing or two, I wouldn't be completely honest. I learned a hell of a lot.
You see, here' the funny part. I've been reading MilBlogs before they were CALLED MilBlogs. Hell, it's the whole reason I started blogging in the first place. And even reading every day, soaking up every word, following every link, there was still a hell of a lot I didn't know. Didn't understand. And I won't fib to you. There's still a lot I don't know. Don't understand. BUT - well, I've just got a lot to digest right now.
I do know one thing. I'll be a bit more active going forward. Not just blogging. It's time I rolled my sleeves up and got my hands dirty. I'll find the time. I'll find the money. But I am no longer satisfied just sitting on the sidelines cheering. I need to get involved. This is my fight too.
So as I sit here in my room, putting the final touches on my packing I'm thoughtful. And grateful. And proud. Proud of the company I keep. And hopeful that I can prove myself worthy.
Posted by Tammi at May 6, 2007 07:37 AM | TrackBack