Day 158: The best intentions

Today is the day. My big and oh so mysterious leadership conference starts at 5.

I woke up a little anxious with our big show and not knowing what was in store for the rest of the weekend.

Coffee was on the morning's agenda. I had the best intentions of getting a healthy Kind bar with my coffee but that all changed when I walked through the door.

As I inched up to the cash register to give them my order I looked over and there he was... staring at me through the glass of the pastry case... the lone polar bear sugar cookie.

He was looking right at me... a polar bear... alone... on a plate. I couldn't leave him there, so I snatched him up and took him with me.

It was as if I had amnesia, I had completely forgotten about my healthy motives just a few minutes prior. That icing covered sugary and buttery goodness had me completely entranced.

As I was driving into work I realized the error of my ways, but I didn't care because it was not only going to be fun decapitating that handful of deliciousness, it was also going to be very, very satisfying.

I left work early to make sure I could get there in time, because I was told 5pm 'sharp'. There was an emphasis on 'sharp', so I knew it was important. I also knew I was in trouble, because I rarely get anywhere early but I was going to try my best to make it happen.

By the time I got home I was a little overwhelmed with what to wear, grabbing something to eat, feeding the cats, and packing.

I was pushing it a little bit with the time, I knew I was cutting it close, but I could get there. I may be racing in at the last minute but I would make it I was sure.

I knew exactly where I was going so I set out on a mission. i was cruising, racing to get to the hotel, unfortunately I hit a lot of red lights which pushed me even further behind.

As I got closer I could feel the rush, I had 5 minutes. I could park, get my luggage out of the car run into the hotel and make it to the boardroom where the group was meeting in the knick of time and that's exactly what I did.

When I got inside there was no time to waste. I immediately found someone and asked them where the boardroom was, and they showed me but the name on the room was different than what I was told.

So I found someone else to ask, he was nice enough to look at my paperwork and told me I was at the wrong hotel. Yes... I said the wrong hotel! Crap!

Now I was going to be late for sure. I immediately called the gal who had invited me, to let her know I was very close but at the wrong hotel.

She said it was no problem and to just head over. I had a brief sigh of relief, but I still hated to know the word 'sharp' was being used and I was late.

Once I got to the correct location I was flustered, anxious and a little scared of what was in front of me but I tried to take a deep breath and relax.

It worked a little bit, but I'm a bit of a control freak and not knowing anything about what I was going to be doing for the next 48 hours was a little nerve wracking and I had a feeling none of that was going to change.