I hate to be late.
I hate being late. Hate it, hate it, hate it. I think it looks bad, especially to important events.
Guess who missed a flight for the first time in her life. FOR A WORK TRIP. Ughhhhh. I am so mad at myself right now. I set two alarms. One didn’t go off. I slept through the phone one, as well as multiple phone calls from Yolanda. My phone vibrated off the bed. My 22 year old self travelled all over the place with Harcourt, but 26 year old Lindsay can’t get out of bed?! WTF is wrong with me!
Now I’m late to Cleveland, the keynote speaker, and I had to get another ticket.
This one goes down as my most unprofessional move ever. Awesome.
Good Afternoon Lindsay,
Please take a deep breath and understand that all things….I mean all things happen for a reason. (coming from the person who is in the middle of a freeze warning while her jacket warms the back seat of her car in sunny Florida, guess it was meant for me to get the FLU – knock knock on wood). Anyway, think of this situation and ask yourself “what was the worst that could happen?”. I will not speak them but it could have been worse. Stop being so hard on yourself, and prepare your mind for what is to come. You cannot change the past, but you can damage the future focusing too much on what’s gone and over with. One speaker missed, but about 10 to go…Smile! I will see you soon.
Your colleague and friend,
Yolanda duCille Murphy