Blessed are the flexible, for they shall not be bent out of shape.
I saw that quote recently and today it's come into play. I've had a luncheon date in Atlanta change. I found out my magazine editor may be in town just for one evening and if possible I'd love to meet her in person. I also learned an online friend might be flying in for the Literacy Signing, so I want to meet her too. Thank goodness I'd done my agenda in pencil. If I didn't have a good attitude about change and being flexible, I'd probably have a headache the size of Atlanta instead of just a crick in my neck that's driven me nuts all day. I tried to get a last-minute massage appointment today but couldn't. The Playfriends may be massaging my neck and shoulders in the bar. :grin:
Maybe having lived through the raising of a husband and two sons has contributed toward the flexibility. I'm not a doormat, but there just aren't too many things worth getting all bent out of shape about. I'm a go-with-the-flow person. I roll with the punches. Sometimes I even eat burnt toast.
I think all my stuff's in the suitcase. I've already put some stuff in the car. And there's a note taped to my purse handle to remind me of the curling iron and string cheese.
How's your last-minute preparation for Atlanta going?