patience

yesterday, was crazy. i flew from san antonio to detroit and then on to norfolk. if i could classify the plane in terms of actually bird species, i would have to say it was akin to a hummingbird. well, maybe not that small, more like an oriole, but still, it was tiny. i was forced to check my carry-on baggage, a knee-knocking experience. not only that, my hands were full with a dr. pepper (yes, i drank a pop), my laptop, my fleece jacket, and a book. imagine this, i am juggling my belongings while trying to get on a plane that i basically cannot stand up straight in. all i have to say is this...they are lucky i have some semblance of military bearing. not only that, i forgot my fleece on the plane, but not until after i had left the security area, forcing me to go back through security (which means i had to remove my boots, take out all the stuff from my pockets and remove my belt). as luck will have it, i recovered the jacket and ran (got my pt in for the day) back to where the colonel was waiting for me. o the joy of being a lieutenant. i was in fine form yesterday. from norfolk, i travelled to the pax terminal (military air terminal) and checked my baggage. i stood on a scale carrying my massive backpack that weighs as much as i do...a real self-esteem booster. after checking in, the colonel was nice enough to ask me if she could help me find information for housing. i, though, being the independent female that i am, replied with an emphatic 'no' and stumbled through the process of finding myself a place to crash. finally got a ride to billeting where i waited in line for a room...for almost an hour. then waited another hour for the guys from my wing to buy some civilian clothes (since they didn't plan ahead). a la 2000, tracked myself down some food and a batteries at the nex, returned to my room 2130 and took care of some things before zonking out. all this to say one thing...i believe the lord is trying to teach me patience. he has a great sense of humor.