Remember the days when you were determined not to get older? I swore I would never bore people with health stories, (I called them the “organ recital”), not know what day it is, or carry one of those awful pill containers that just shrieked, “I can’t remember what days to take which pills!” It made me feel decrepit just looking at the little flapping lids.
Airplane travel changed my mind. I now find it convenient to take the container with me when I travel, rather than rooting around in a ziplock bag and pulling out the vitamins and supplements I take. While traveling, it’s all about convenience.
I now cheerfully carry what was once a mint tin, too. It holds toothpicks, gum, needles and thread, safety pins, a small mirror, a tiny flashlight. Because buttons jump off my clothing and nut chips jam in my teeth more when I travel than when I am at home.
Now I’ve acquired another labeled pill container. It holds my earrings/pins/ring for the day. Clothing gets planned before I pack (to keep baggage to a minimum), so I need to plan the accessories. By pre-planning what I wear and coordinating jewelry with it, I don’t forget either the outfit or the accessories. And there isn’t room to tangle in the box.
It gets better. I discovered that the waterproof pill containers make great watercolor holders. Squeeze in some tube colors, leave the container open until they dry, and reconstitute the paint in the hotel room with a few drops of water.
No, I still don’t want to get old, but I do love benefiting from getting more experience and caring less what others think.
–Quinn McDonald lives in a suit by day, and does art in hotel rooms at night–at least when she’s traveling. She thinks watching TV is overrated even on a hotel flat screen.