What Just Happened Here?

How did I get here?

I’m in Laramie, Wyoming, for what seems like the hundredth time this year. But I know it’s just been maybe ten times. Today, as I drove across Nebraska, which takes approximately three thousand hours, I got to thinking. And, God, I wish I’d stop that. Thinking, I mean. It just leads to trouble.

I thought about my life just a year ago. I was, I thought, happily married, I was hosting Morning Edition on WFDD at Wake Forest University… and although challenges lay ahead, I thought I had a partner for life… and a job that would sustain us for a long time.

Now, though, I am involuntarily single… no car… living in my sister’s basement… and contemplating becoming a heavily bearded, grouchy hermit, given to muttering to myself in bus stations, with the occasional anti-social outburst, before going back to muttering. Or not.

As I drove across Missouri yesterday, I listened to an audio book titled “Dear Leader: Poet, Spy, Escapee – A Look Inside North Korea.” As the title suggests, It is about a man who was a “poet” for the North Korean regime, and after having misgivings… and a very scary experience… decided to escape. I heard the harrowing story of his path from Pyongyang through China, and ultimately to South Korea. And I forced myself to think… “My God… I think I have problems… this man risked his life on an uncertain destiny… left his family never to see them again… and… and…….”

And it didn’t do any good. I selfishly clung to my own self pity: crumbled marriage, dead car… living in sister’s basement with the cats who puke on my socks…

But tomorrow, it’s on across Wyoming. Tomorrow, I’ll listen to a book by Sheryl Atkinson, who was pretty much cast aside by CBS News after digging too deeply into stuff that, apparently, CBS didn’t want her digging into. Let’s see if I can become a little less self-absorbed. G’nite!

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3 responses to this post.

  1. Enjoy Wyoming. It is ahead of you in the morning. The vast skies may be blue and expansive. Not lots of snow now, I would imagine. Safe driving.

    You have your playlist figured out and maybe in between, you will find a little Morning Edition. Make up the local WBID (call letters for the moving bus station) segments in between the national pieces. I know that you even know how many seconds each one has. Write positive stories about what life can be moving forward. It is a better plan than looking in the rear view mirrors of life. I have been there. It is not fun at all.

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  2. Posted by Bev on March 22, 2015 at 9:02 PM

    Let me know if you unlock the secret to being less self absorbed. I’ve been working on that one for years!

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  3. Posted by Rabbett on March 22, 2015 at 11:18 PM

    brutal those guys…enjoy wyoming! listen to some Hot Rats!

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