Memories Are A Funny Thing...

I'm in Atlanta.

Just landed at the B gates and miracle of miracles my next flight leaves from the B gates too (which is unusual).

I'm exhausted.

Got about 4 hours of sleep.

Had an incredible time last night at an art exhibit and taking a tour on the riverwalk in San Antonio with a bunch of my team which I did not expect to be doing.

I thought I was going to bed early as I had a 4 am wake up call but we were having such a beautiful time I decided to stay out which was probably a mistake...

But alas...

I digress.

Let's get back to the Delta club and the one by gate B 18 in particular.

I call this one the Delta Club Of doom.

Now you have to understand that in Atlanta airport there are NINE Delta clubs so I don't get to this one that often.

I'm usually in the A gates or the C gates.

And truthfully I can never remember which one is which until I walk in and have a MEMORY of the club.

MEMORIES are funny things.

They have an electrical charge to them.

Either negative or positive.

Because quite frankly if there was no charge there would be no memory.

Now I don't know if that scientific or anything but we generally don't remember things that don't have a jolt attached to them.

And this Delta Club is one where my life changed forever.

Eight years ago my life turned upside down when my husband told me he had someone else.

We talked and cried and had said we would do things amicably.

And while my heart was broken I took comfort in knowing we would be duking it out like in a TV movie.

But after a long estrangement with no move to divorce I got served.

And as I read the papers and understood that this was really happening I saw the words ALIMONY.

He was seeking alimony from me.

I was shocked and really just didn't know to do and I had a business trip to go on so I headed out and on my layover in Atlanta in THIS very Delta Club I made a call to a lawyer.

I had no choice.

I thought my world was beginning but in fact it was just beginning.

I used to shudder with deep emotion every time I came into this club not realizing that I was entering  THE DELTA CLUB OF DOOM

But today I walked in and felt fine.

Happy even.

They had my favorite soup!

Chicken Thai!

SO GOOD!

And in a moment the club had changed.

Or more so I had changed.

I've healed.

I've grown.

And I'm ready for MORE LIFE.

So I sat right down to write to you to remind you that very often the horrible days in our life become our pivot points if we let them.

And that we have the choice to let go of the horrible memories and turn then into power.

And if you think about your business...

Most of the time when we don't do what we need to do it's because of a bad memory or a fear.

And when we work thought that all kinds of possibilities open up.

They did for me.

And now I need a new name for this Delta Club....

Maybe The Delta Club Of Delight!

What do you think?

Let me know!

Signing off from GATE B18...

HUGS,

Diane


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