In Abu Dhabi, at the Environmental Agency, there was a long hallway to travel when one wished to get from the Atlas War Room to Atlas East (mapping and GIS), the subcontractor’s administrative office, the bathroom, or, even more importantly, to fetch tea when the tea boys were ignoring us. This hallway was very strange and crooked.
I’m typically light on my feet and rather agile, but a pair of cuffed pants defeated me on the steps located near the hub. I was striding back to the Atlas War Room and literally tripped down the steps. I picked myself up off the floor, embarrassed and bruised and just had to laugh. Isn’t it great when a pair of pants can remind you that you’re not “all that” and that life isn’t that serious anyway?
My lovely humble pants. I would show you a photo of them but they’re packed for the move and I can’t locate them. They look kinda like this photo to the right – but in black.
I loved my humble pants but I learned to walk carefully in them.
This past month has been one where I’ve felt a little lost, even while I felt like I knew exactly where I was going. I did all the ‘right’ things; crossing all the T’s and dotting all the I’s but I felt a little empty and inadequate at the end of every day. Too much on my plate and no brakes to say ‘no.’ I was sorry every week to miss the opportunity to say ‘Hey’ to you guys.