Have you ever tried to drag TWO roller bags while carrying a laptop and a latte?
At first it’s kind of funny. Trying to carry yourself in perfect balance so each bag rolls the same direction and speed. It’s impossible in case you’re wondering. You end up feeling like a puppet master, arms and legs moving at different cadences to prevent torque and heel strikes. I can do this, you tell yourself. Then it gets irritating, as each bag goes in an opposite direction and takes out either your ankle or the person walking next to you in the airport. And then you realize you’re gonna have to ditch the latte, your lifeblood. And then you start to question decisions you make. Like how could you mess up an easy decision like this? What’s to say you’re not going to make dumb BIG decisions? And then your whole professional path comes crashing down around you.
And then you realize you’re standing in the middle of the concourse, red-faced and latte-less.
Packing two roller bags was a dumb decision.
Journey On, Janes. And no more double roller bags days.