So this was my day yesterday:
I was eating my free breakfast at the hotel before my speech and managed to spray yogurt all over my jacket while opening the foil lid.
Damn.
I cleaned it off, regrouped and headed out to the car.
My tire was low. OK. There was a gas station next door with free air. I could handle it. No need to panic. I was cooking with grease so far.
Then I got to the venue and opened up the back to unload my boxes of books. I bent down and heard a giant riiiiiiiiiippppp.
Double damn.
Yes, my pants ripped. The hole was six inches long in the back.
Hmm, I thought. This could be VERY a revealing show.
But once again, I didn’t crack up (well, I guess I kind of did). I grabbed a pair of jeans out of my bag and went into the restroom and changed. Everything still matched. The less-revealing show could go on. Life was good.
None of the things that happened were bad, per se, but they started to pile-on like some kind of poop avalanche. The old me would have lost my cool. But not this time. I just laughed as a black cat panicked when I crossed its path.
I got up, got the crowd up and laughing and they gave me a standing ovation. My jacket was yogurt free, tire was inflated and my pants were without a hole.
Life throws you crazy sometimes and if you learn to laugh at it, you get some good stories to tell.