It was a whirl wind of weekend.  In fact, I can’t say that I’ve had such a busy and diverse weekend in a long time, maybe never.  I may indeed now be a jet setter.  I started out at fundraiser for the NCSF, it rocked well into the morning and I found myself in bed about 3 or 4am.  By 6am I was up and getting ready to go to work.  The store was vending at a fetish event in Baltimore.  With the help of my partner we got the trailer hooked up (it’s never as easy at 6:30am as it is at 5pm), found our ways to the event hotel and were set up by 9am.  I was teaching by 9:02am.  Let’s talk about sex.  I don’t know about you but I’m not ready to talk about much at 9am, but I guess if I have to talk about something in should be sex.  We wrapped up the class at 10:15.  I had exactly 45 minutes to say good bye to my boyfriend (who is also my business partner if you are new to the Nina Story), drive to the airport, find parking and make my way through security. 

I’m finally on my way home now.  Its Sunday afternoon.  My flight yesterday was to Atlanta.  I was barely there 24 hours, where I was invited to teach at LLC.  I spoke about transforming our personal experiences into teaching opportunities.  I was surprised to know so many people in Atlanta.  I’d like to say it was my first time there, but I can’t tell you that for sure.  And even this time I’m not sure it counted.  I can’t say “oh, I love Atlanta.”  “It’s beautiful there.” Or even, “the weather there was amazing.”  I went, I ate room service, reviewed my presentation, slept, presented, and ran back to the airport. 

There ‘s so much to share about this weekend, that I have no idea where to start.  The amazing people that I met, the weird things that I saw, or the things I learned.  It’s all too much to take-in in just one sitting.  But as I sit here, flying along the eastern sea board (I’m generic in my description because I failed geography) the thing that I find most memorable is what was missing from my weekend. 

I didn’t obsess, I didn’t panic, I didn’t fret or stress.  I procrastinated a little, but just a little.  Really.   I remember this person.  I use to be that person only a few short years about when it was common place for me to teach three or four classes sometimes in different states without even batting an eye lash.   Of course instead of teaching people how to talk about sex or finding individuality in a community of labels, I was teaching managers how to not kill their employees.  This is much more exciting.  But in fact it felt like the job I use to have.  Almost (ALMOST) a corporate job.  I had objectives.  Ummmm, I even had a check list.  Several of them in fact.  A check list for the fundraiser.  A checklist for the store and vending.  A check list to take care of Sir.  In case you haven’t guessed, I love my checklists.  What those checklists represented (besides OCD) was an objective (or seven) and a plan.

For those of you that haven’t seen it.  And even though most of you that I know have pretended not to notice, I’m sure that you saw that I was losing it.  You may even say going nuts.  Crazy just sounds too clinical.  So, we’ll just say plain nuts.  The nuttier I got the worse my OCPD got.  And somewhere in the past year I have somehow found my way back to path.  It’s a beautiful path lined with checklists, palm pilots and broadband.  Oh there are some roses too, but mostly just checklists.  But they are also pretty (I like pretty paper).  It makes me realize that I am damn proud of myself.  Of course I’m proud of myself for putting on such a kick ass fundraiser, building a “teaching career” where I’m invited to teach in two states on the same weekend, or building a successful business.  But I’m most proud of myself for taking care of me and getting my ass straightened out.   Of course, I owe a large part of my successful checklist rediscovery to my amazing Sir, my awesome doctor and great friends.  But, I did it.  I found my way back.  And boy am I glad that I did.  Because besides checklists and jet setting, there are truly amazing friends and lots of naked partying.