Last weekend, Ken and I went back to New York / Long Island. We needed to meet with my pastor who is officiating our wedding once more, and tied the visit in with Ken's birthday weekend.
We arrived on Friday morning at 8 AM (it was an overnight flight, and not much sleep was had). While the plan was descending, the captain came on.
crackle crackle "Uh....we're making our descent...we should be landing at 7:45...a few minutes early." crackle crackle "Current temp is...uh...38 degrees Fahrenheit, three degrees Celsius."
At "38 degrees Fahrenheit", Ken and I looked at each other with disgust.
Getting off the plane, I was already feeling negatively toward the city. But I wouldn't let the city get the best of me! I was only going to be there for three days, I told myself, and I shouldn't be snotty and leave a terrible impression on those who were nice enough to make time to see me.
My pep talk boosted my spirits and energy, and I was super nice all weekend.
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