Ever wondered why life becomes so frantic just before you leave to go somewhere? Is it a primal, deep-seated fear of cutting the umbilical cord linking us to our quiet, ordered lives? Do we really want to enter the chaos of travel?
Or is it just that we are so afraid of forgetting something? Can´t find that gadget or document we need? Or maybe it is about the fear of doing or saying something wrong — like making a bomb joke at passport control? Maybe it is simply about being "out there´ in the world?
Phoenix, get a grip!
(Ok, ok, I am pulling myself together, as I race around trying to find the phone recharger buried under the boxes of files.)
YOU ARE ACTUALLY EXCITED
Its nothing as negative as any of that. Its actually suppressed excitement. Even if you are bored about the whole tedious business travel business, you are really excited. Trust me.
You are getting away from the mundane. Routine. Sameness. Even if your home life is not mundane, it would have to be close to Hugh Hefner´s party lifestyle to be more exciting than leaving it all for a period of relative uknown. (That Hugh of frequent wild parties, three live-in blondes and multitude of fabulous, famous friends who are legends in their own lunchboxes).
In this excitement, you simply can´t think. You cannot remember the sequence of numbers for your briefcase lock or whether you packed enough socks. The zip breaks on your case and then you realize you haven´t sent off the latest figures! Its enough to make you want to give up and watch reruns of "My Three Sons´ while your Two Daughters are carving a "City of Petra´ out of the nearest wall with that lost set of steak knife.
You may also just be heading to a city that looks like the one you left. One street of skyscrapers is the same as the next after all. The secret then is to make your after-hours exciting. I have put forward ideas on this blog and will do more in future. Let me know yours.
I CAN STILL PARTY
Oh just the thought makes me calm down. Now where are those lace thingamajigs I need for after-hours? I may not be a blonde, but I can still party.