I told a bus driver to drop me at beach that doesn’t exist…
Have you ever meant to say one thing, but something completely different came out of your mouth?
Two Fridays ago, I went on a snorkeling adventure with my husband. We had to ride a bus to get to a beach hot spot known for spotting turtles and fish along the reef.
I had researched where we were going and had the name in my head because I’d heard it over and over during the many years we’ve been going to Grand Cayman.
When I slid the bus door open and the driver looked back at me, waiting for me to tell him where I was heading, I confidently said, “Cathedral Beach.”
He said, “Where?”
I repeated it again, just as confidently.
Being polite, he let it go and spared me the embarrassment.
Two seconds later I looked at my husband—who doesn’t pay attention to names or details, so as far as he knew I said it right and said,
“What the heck?… I meant Cemetery Beach.”
The guy sitting in front of us on the bus heard me say the correct beach, laughed, and said,
“Now that’s a beach I know.”
You’ve got to love the brain farts.
It reminded me of a time when my mom walked into a McDonald’s and tried to order a taco like she was at Taco Bell while we were on a road trip.
The look on her face when she realized what came out of her mouth was priceless.
Being the snotty teen I was at the time, I didn’t let her forget how embarrassing she was for years.
Little did I know life would pay me back for that one!
I imagine I had the same look when I realized I called Cemetery Beach Cathedral Beach (maybe I subliminally wanted to go to church!).
Like her, at least I was in the right department just the wrong words.
If you can relate, know I feel you.
While I laughed it off and told my husband I probably needed more estradiol and some brain games, I secretly reverted back to that teenager replaying the blunder in my head and feeling a little embarrassed.
The good news is we made it to Cemetery Beach, and we had a wonderful time snorkeling that section of the reef.
No turtles that day, but my second snorkel revealed a wall and the deepest Caribbean blue abyss with so many fish that I’m still replaying that vivid moment.
As I head back to reality, it reminds me of two important things:
1️⃣ If you can’t laugh at yourself, who can you laugh at?
2️⃣ Things always work out.
So yes, the adventure started with a little bus stop blunder, but my hubby and I ended up at two awesome snorkeling hot spots.
He discovered 19-81 Brewing Company’s Tropical IPA, and I was in awe of the reef and cliff off the dock at the scuba diving hot spot called Macabuca on the west end of Grand Cayman.
If you’re still embarrassing your kids or you’ve started embarrassing your grandkids with blunders and brain farts, it’s okay.
And if you’d like to reboot your brain a bit, there are a few tricks to help keep the mind sharp as we age.
After this little vocal debacle, I’ll be adding some Pinealon, a bioregulator peptide, that helps reset circadian rhythms and brain-to-body signaling.
I’ll also bump up my estradiol a bit and top it off with a peptide called P-21 to support brain mitochondria.
Cycling peptides and bioregulators can be a great way to help keep your brain firing on all cylinders as you age.
If protocols like these intrigue you, I’ll be launching a course this springwhere you’ll learn how to incorporate them into your own health journey.
Until then, I hope you’ll join me for my workshop on March 18th (click HEREto register).
And remember…
Here’s to being cool enough to laugh at yourself.
Dr. J
