Step Out from My Comfort Zone
Today I woke up at 3.30 AM. Actually I could consider that I almost had no sleep at all.
It was because my flight to Rome departed at 6.30 AM. Today is the first snow in Budapest, temperature at zero level.
At the airport, there was one challenge, to enter the security check. My online boarding pass could not pass the gate screening. I returned to the check-in counter to ask the staff to give me printed boarding pass, she reluctantly printed it while saying that she had checked again my boarding pass in the system, there was no problem at all. I tried again at the gate, several times in 3 different gates (by staring to queue the line again for each) but all failed. I returned to check-in counter and the staff started to raising her pitch, and transferred me to another desk, with another staff that also raising her pitch after checking again my boarding pass in the system. "No, you should be able to pass the gate. Nothing wrong here." I started to queue again, hoping that this nightmare should be over. I was trying to explain to the gate staff, but she said, go to another gate in another terminal. In another terminal, I was already hopeless, so when the screening failed again, I was so frustrated so I told the staff there with my anxious voices, I already tried this ten times. Lucky the girl staff this time was so cheerful, she laughed and said "OMG, ten times? Ok, calm down, calm down." Then she opened the gate for me with her pass.
Another uncomfortable thing happened was when going onboard. For budget airlines, the passengers have to walk outdoor to reach the plane from the shuttle bus, and it was icy-raining. Cold, windy, snowy.
After onboard, the plane did not move for 1 hour, the reason was because its wings were covered by ice, so they need to melting the ice. So the flight delayed for 1.5 hour from the schedule.
Arriving Rome, another challenge. With my big luggage, and saxophone on my back, I directly went to the campus where the conference which I attending be held. I took public bus from the airport, transfer to metro. From the metro station to exit to the street where I should go, I must go down the stairs for 4 levels. The condition of my legs this time was so bad, I had my autoimmune flares on my foot.
The suffering did not stop there. I attended the class super late, and the material was far from easy, not to mention, doesn't related to my current life.
After today's class at 6.30 PM, I decided not to take metro but bus, in order to avoid stepping the stairs. It was heavy raining starting from my walking to bus stop that took 15 minutes, then after getting off from the bus, the rain get even much heavier for 2 hours non-stop. I was stuck standing in front of the shop window to cover me a little from the wet, with my heavy things, I couldn't use my umbrella and also that tiny umbrella must be unable to bear the heavy rain drops and strong wind.
I could feel that I almost fell down un-conciously but I tried hard not to.
I was using google map to find the hostel I booked. But my phone died in the middle, so I need to wait to charge it first. In the hostel, I just found that I stay in a mixed-dorm. As I remember, I booked all-female dorm, but I was too tired to complain.
While I keep thinking, why am I doing this? I could just stay at home comfortably, playing my keyboard and practicing my saxophone, or just sleeping on my comfortable bed.
My friends ever told me, you already got everything you want. Really?
I don't know why I'm doing trouble to myself while actually I am not required to do this. I don't know what is the fruitfulness for me of doing this.
What I know that at least today I was successfully dragging myself out from my comfort zone.
But I don't know for what. I just believe in one thing, that God is leading my steps. For His plan only.
It was because my flight to Rome departed at 6.30 AM. Today is the first snow in Budapest, temperature at zero level.
At the airport, there was one challenge, to enter the security check. My online boarding pass could not pass the gate screening. I returned to the check-in counter to ask the staff to give me printed boarding pass, she reluctantly printed it while saying that she had checked again my boarding pass in the system, there was no problem at all. I tried again at the gate, several times in 3 different gates (by staring to queue the line again for each) but all failed. I returned to check-in counter and the staff started to raising her pitch, and transferred me to another desk, with another staff that also raising her pitch after checking again my boarding pass in the system. "No, you should be able to pass the gate. Nothing wrong here." I started to queue again, hoping that this nightmare should be over. I was trying to explain to the gate staff, but she said, go to another gate in another terminal. In another terminal, I was already hopeless, so when the screening failed again, I was so frustrated so I told the staff there with my anxious voices, I already tried this ten times. Lucky the girl staff this time was so cheerful, she laughed and said "OMG, ten times? Ok, calm down, calm down." Then she opened the gate for me with her pass.
Another uncomfortable thing happened was when going onboard. For budget airlines, the passengers have to walk outdoor to reach the plane from the shuttle bus, and it was icy-raining. Cold, windy, snowy.
After onboard, the plane did not move for 1 hour, the reason was because its wings were covered by ice, so they need to melting the ice. So the flight delayed for 1.5 hour from the schedule.
Arriving Rome, another challenge. With my big luggage, and saxophone on my back, I directly went to the campus where the conference which I attending be held. I took public bus from the airport, transfer to metro. From the metro station to exit to the street where I should go, I must go down the stairs for 4 levels. The condition of my legs this time was so bad, I had my autoimmune flares on my foot.
The suffering did not stop there. I attended the class super late, and the material was far from easy, not to mention, doesn't related to my current life.
After today's class at 6.30 PM, I decided not to take metro but bus, in order to avoid stepping the stairs. It was heavy raining starting from my walking to bus stop that took 15 minutes, then after getting off from the bus, the rain get even much heavier for 2 hours non-stop. I was stuck standing in front of the shop window to cover me a little from the wet, with my heavy things, I couldn't use my umbrella and also that tiny umbrella must be unable to bear the heavy rain drops and strong wind.
I could feel that I almost fell down un-conciously but I tried hard not to.
I was using google map to find the hostel I booked. But my phone died in the middle, so I need to wait to charge it first. In the hostel, I just found that I stay in a mixed-dorm. As I remember, I booked all-female dorm, but I was too tired to complain.
While I keep thinking, why am I doing this? I could just stay at home comfortably, playing my keyboard and practicing my saxophone, or just sleeping on my comfortable bed.
My friends ever told me, you already got everything you want. Really?
I don't know why I'm doing trouble to myself while actually I am not required to do this. I don't know what is the fruitfulness for me of doing this.
What I know that at least today I was successfully dragging myself out from my comfort zone.
But I don't know for what. I just believe in one thing, that God is leading my steps. For His plan only.
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