San Diego is BEAUTIFUL

Although I didn't see much of the city - only drove through the Gaslamp District on my way to the Loews Coronado Bay Resort - it was still beautiful.

Let's start with the old school, blinged out, low riders I saw near the Gaslamp. The metallic paint glistened in the sunlight, and I whipped out my camera - like the tourist that I am - and took a picture. Hydraulics are so cool. :o) But not everyone agrees.

The suited lady seated beside me in the shuttle bus said, "Why would anyone do that? It's such a waste."

"Well, it's subjective," I answered flashing another picture of the posing couple in the glitzy green car. "They may love it the way someone else loves a fancy handbag."

"I guess," She answered with her nose still high in the air. She was a sweetheart though. One of those personalities that seem rigid and unfriendly, but they're actually really nice people if you can get past their short and stiff responses.

But back to my trip, we drove over to Coronado Island, and the hotel was gorgeous. That's where I spent the majority of my business trip where I was an esteemed speaker. Yes, I'm a real like working woman outside of my rants about imaginary characters and reality TV :o)

Anyway, I gave a one-hour presentation to a group of roughly fifty people on how our company uses research to make strategic decisions for our shopping malls. It went extremely well. Mostly because I trusted God to the point of sparing myself from the usual hysterics and neurosis that usually prelude public speaking. I got so many compliments, and was then interviewed, similar to a radio interview about my company.

I even won a Canon digital camera, top of the line :o) Very nice. All in all, I love San Diego, but even more, I love the person that God is molding me into. I'm just an empty vessel available for His use. I get dusty from time to time, but what God has cleaned, let no one call unclean. Acts 10.