Some people would say that I'm a little high strung. That assessment is close to accurate. However, it would be more accurate if you remove the "a little" part. I am nearly hyperactive. I say "nearly" because I am able to complete tasks - I have focus. "High energy" may be a better description.

Every minute of the day, I need to do something constructive. If I'm home alone, I'm either writing or doing chores. Lately, I've been writing more and neglecting my domestic responsibilities. I'll have to get back on track soon because I can't stand to write when my house is a mess. The compulsive cleaner in me is completely mortified by the condition of my home, but the writer inside of me is starting to feel liberated.

Being at Orange and waiting to get on the manifest is a huge exercise for me. I'm a planner - I need a scheduled time for activities.

On several occasions, I've approached the student manifest desk to ask when I will be jumping. Each time, the answer was the same, "I don't know." Out of respect for the women behind the counter, I have learned not to ask. It's a bit like being stuck in a traffic jam with your kids asking you over and over, "How much longer?"

Waiting is part of being at Orange. They can't predict the weather. They can't predict how many AFF instructors will be there on any given day or how many students will show up. Some things are out of their control.

So, I have to look at it this way: When I'm at Orange waiting, I'm actually doing something very important. I'm learning to be a more patient person. That's a good thing, right?