Crunchy Takes the Lead

February 11, 2014

I spotted a jar on the sidewalk in the dark of night. Knowing me as you do, I surely picked it up to toss it into the sack I carry along for garbage and recycling discovered on my treks ‘round the neighborhood. Turns out, it is an intact jar of Jif, extra crunchy. Who says life on the West Side is boring and non-productive.

A client posted a slandering comment about me, my businesses and character. Every time I saw the post or even thought about it, I felt devastated and uncertain, unhappy and clammy. Not certain why one ugly statement about me, my services and where I put myself out in the world could take me down to the small nub of skin at the end of my nail. Yet it does. The one raw point, like a fallen tooth and the tongue pokes through a gaping hole, as a reminder that something is amiss.

Checked the site to be sure my rebuttal is posted today and low and behold, several others left gracious and admiring comments about me, my work, contribution and savvy. Brought crestfallen tears to console my spirit. The world is a better place with my team, homies, peeps, sisters, and clan members. It can be a cold world yet the moment I step out and share versus withdraw and hunker, I am reminded that the village we live in is powerful, hungry for giving, being one and at cause, in action for change.

Turkish Airlines representative sent me to the Transportation Agent for Istanbul’s Airport since she could not help me find what I need. The male service worker was not very friendly nor open to stepping outside of his box to assist me with information regarding the Izmir metro or airport services. I found a resource, after much searching (thank goodness for Google,) and created a strategic map for Taelor to circumnavigate the rail system and gleaned specific stations for departure and arrival. I hope this provides the confidence she needs to get on the plane in a few days and land in Turkey with a lovely smile and a lotta luggage.