Calm

I’ve just returned from a whirlwind vacation. For some reason, I seem to be doing days worth of traveling in 2010, most of which is work-related. But I didn’t travel much at all in 2009, so who knows if or when it will continue.

One thing I have learned from all my travel is that on Southwest, the front row seats are rarely taken right away. So if you are in Group A or even the beginning of Group B, it’s possible to get the front row (and with it, a ton of extra legroom). Just a tip. But you don’t have a seat in front of you for storing things, so you have to only have one bag. (Southwest has free luggage checking, too, so it is possible.) The front row is also fun because if you sit on the right side of the plane you can see the flight attendant seat and listen to them gossip about their coworkers and possibly also your fellow passengers. (Plus I always take my cues about being scared from them—if they are calm, so am I.)

Anyway, my car is being weird. A check engine light came on yesterday, went off today, and then oil light popped on for a few seconds this morning. Bizarro. That prompted me to think about how calm I am about stupid stuff like this now. Back in college, car things always seemed like SUCH A HASSLE (and they kind of were, because college was in the middle of nowhere), but now. Meh. I’ll cope. There are options. I guess this is one of the small joys of getting older. It’s easier to cope with little hassles without getting all crazy about it. Oh, and flying? Yeah, doesn’t bug me anymore. I used to be freaked out by planes. Now, not so much. Maybe I’ll die, but probably not.