It’s the Superbowl calling! Come to Phoenix for a week. It will be fun!
I’ve made it a practice to say a hearty Yes! when an opportunity for adventure knocks. And when my friend Sallie knocks I know that fun and adventure will always follow and whatever I say yes to will stretch me in some new way.
Well, a couple of months ago Sallie called and asked me to work for her at the Superbowl It was definitely an adventure and I was truly stretched. And stretched and then stretched just a little more. I was 66 when I flew from Portland to Phoenix and felt closer to 106 when I returned home eight days later.
It has been several years since I have felt the near constant pressure of putting on back-to-back high level events. I was definitely rusty and out of shape. Honestly, I wasn’t sure I was up to the task. I was terrified of failing in a huge way like leaving a VVIP stranded at the airport, or at the golf course or dinner. I worried about giving wrong directions to one of the many vehicles we had moving about town or sending a bus loaded with special guests on a merry trip to nowhere when they were supposed to be at Taste of the NFL. (That almost happened).
I had been dubbed Transportation Czar for the week. And it was a test of my ability to step up and Get ‘R Done. I think I rose to the moment. I hope I did. I worked 18 hour days/nights and let me just say I felt every one of my years. My brain always seemed to be a beat or two behind. I hung in. I bucked up. I made it work. And in a very strange way, I was proud that I still had it. Even if “it” was a little slower and sometimes had a short fuse.
Thank you Sallie for inviting me to join you in another great adventure! I can’t honestly say it was fun. But it was a great opportunity to stretch and it certainly gave my aging brain cells a workout they haven’t had in a long time. A few probably fell out, but I think we blew off a whole bunch of gathering cobwebs as well.
When I told hubs I was going to Phoenix for the Superbowl, his eyes lit up. “Can you get me a ticket?” he asked hopefully. “No chance in hell.” I replied. When I told him that the closest I would get to the game was sitting in a shuttle bus in the parking lot, he felt much better. He even smilled! He and Mr. Ricky had a great time at home without me. And he got to watch his favorite team pull off an amazing win – all in the comfort of his recliner chair with a beer and a bag of cheese puffs.
Life is good! And as hubs is famous for saying, “Just keep saying yes until you have a reason to say no.” Yes is where adventure lives.