I'm just sitting here in my Houston hotel room on a loooong 23 hour layover.
I'm wondering if I should've called Stac.
I'm wondering why I ever bother looking at room service menus when I always have food in my lunch tote.
I'm wondering how cold it will be outside when my crew and I get picked up at 3:50am
I'm wondering if I will have the guts to show up in Nashville since this stupid prednisone I'm on has caused me to gain so much weight. Yes, I'm THAT shallow.
I'm wondering how Ellen stands the pain.
I'm wondering if I should turn off the Oscars and get some sleep before that early pick-up.
I'm wondering why sometimes they only put decaffeinated coffee packs in hotel rooms.
I'm wondering how to get tumeric into my diet.
I'm wondering why United makes us wear such cheap, ugly uniforms.
I'm wondering where the layovers are on my next trip. I can't remember.
I'm wondering why I ever picked up that first cigarette.
I'm wondering why people think they need some kind of nicotine replacement to quit. Plenty of smokers quit successfully long before NRTs were ever invented. I'm not criticizing; just wondering.
I'm wondering if I re-post my old blogs too much.
I'm wondering what is the very best thing to say to newcomers on EX that will give them the most effective balance of encouragement and realism (and sometimes a much-needed whack-on-the-side-of-the-head.)
I'm wondering how I got to this place in my life. It's not where I expected to be. But it's really good. Not easy. But really good. And I'm grateful.
I'm wondering what would've happened to me if I hadn't quit smoking. I still don't know where I'll end up in my golden years. But however I end up my life, it will be MUCH better for having found my freedom from nicotine.
I don't wonder for one minute about THAT.