Life is a Highway

So I took a week off work starting at the new year to get away, get spiritual, get organized, get ideas, get direction... something....anything! 

I have been so excited for this trip for the last two weeks. 

Then I wake up today, sick as shit. Runny nose, cough, sore body. Are you freaking kidding me?! Can’t I catch a break....ever?! So I lie in bed this morning and thought about not coming. And then I thought ya know what, F that, I’m going. 

Another thing you should know about this trip is that I had no intention of where I was going to go. I brought my pendulum along to guide me. So after finally getting all the crap I thought I might need for a week shoved in my car, I asked it where I was headed. Missoula. Wait what? Am I like just passing through or what? All I would get was Missoula. 

1. I hate Missoula
2. I hate Missoula
3. I absolutely better not be staying in Missoula. 

So after the 2 something hour drive to Missoula, most of which was spent fuming about going to Missoula, and pouting about being ill, then my stupid pendulum directs me to the Missoula Mall. WTF (Side note: This morning I said a lovely prayer asking for an uplifting, safe journey to wherever God and the Universe intended.) I was not expecting the freaking Missoula Mall. I was hoping for a deep experience or something special. This is just plain comical. However, I honored my pendulum and went and walked the entire mall expecting to find or see something. It was just a usual day at the mall. So I sat down in a comfy chair in the middle next to an older gentleman that probably thought I was a troubled teenager because of my mannerisms. Only a few minutes later did his wife come walking up to him, coffee in hand, and with a sweet smile on her face. They had some small conversation, I didn’t really pay attention. Then someone they knew walked past and there was a commotion of hugs and chatter. I’m all thinking shut up people I’m trying to drown in self pity right now. Then the passerby asked the husband how his surgery went. I perked right up and went into eavesdrop mode. (Typical nosy female. But in my defense, she was very loud.) He responded that it went very well, that today was his first day out and about in two months. The friend said something about spinal surgery being a scary thing, and the man replied that he was happy to be walking. 

If I felt bad before, now I felt even worse. Here I am mad about the stupidest things when others have serious issues. I went to my car and cried it out. I am so blessed. And so ungrateful most of the time. Thank you for the gentle reminder. With a new attitude, and some classic MJ tunes I asked...

Ok, now where am I going?

Seaside, OR. Hmm. Ok fine. I’ve already been so many times but sure let’s go, so far I have been given what I asked for. By the time I got to Coeur D’Alene it was nearly dark and I was tired. So I am currently holed up in the El Rancho Motel. Motel folks, motel. Where they advertise tubs, showers, and color tv. Well it looks cheep and cheep is what I’m looking for. I walk into the office and the light is off and I have to ding the bell. This old man hobbles out of nowhere and flips on the light and gives me a long look and says “Yeeesss?”. I’m not sure whether to laugh or be scared. It reminded me of this bit from a comedian, but it was also slightly unsettling. Well it was only $45. (We are on a budget here people. Gotta save money for that seafood.) The absolute best part though is when I walk into the room there is a huge sign hanging that reads, “Absolutely No Smoking On The Bed!”. LMAO. 

Solid first day. Hopefully these bed bugs don’t bite. 

Here is the bit I mentioned....pretty hilarious.