Divine interruptions are sometimes the universe’s way of keeping us out of harm’s way. Or bringing us an adventure!
I’ve got to look at it this way, as I write this week’s post from the Tampa Airport Marriott…a hotel I had not planned on staying in, because I had intended to be on a plane to Philadelphia.
The plane got to Philly Friday night, but without me.
I was finishing up a work meeting with plenty of time to spare to make the flight. Ten miles from the airport, a dreaded standstill drained all of my lead time – and more.
I arrived in time to board, but they wouldn’t take my bag and offered no solutions to get it to Philly. And in my bag was my LIFE. Ain’t no abandoning the bag option for Brenda!
I try to go with the flow when my life is interrupted, but when involves or affects other people, I get a bit antsy.
One thing was certain: Come #$%@ or high water, I was NOT going to miss my sister’s play on Sunday afternoon.
It was clear that no flights out on Friday night on ANY airline would get me to my destination without blowing up my credit card inordinately, so my next option was to search for Saturday morning flights.
Picture me traipsing from ticket counter to ticket counter – United, Delta, American, Spirit, Frontier, Southwest…only to discover there were NO reasonable seats to Philadelphia.
But Newark! Now there’s an option!
So yes, I got a flight for Saturday AM that would get me to Newark in the early afternoon. This would mean I’d miss coffee time with Renee and Steve (boo) and an afternoon visit with Roseann, Mike and her parents (boo) but at least I’d be in South Jersey in time for an evening with the star of “Our Town” and her husband (my brother-in-law), Tony.
Getting a room at the Marriott was the easy part. I thought it would be equally easy to adjust my Budget rental to a pick-up in Newark and the original drop-off in Philly.,
After placing me on hold for 45 minutes they said (basically), “Nope.”
Dollar Rental to the rescue! A few clicks, and it was done (at the same price as Budget.)
So now I am here in Marriott-land, unintended and upended…but planning on embracing our word of the week, EXPLORATION.
First, I want to explore a menu. My stomach is growling! And I will go down to the restaurant EXPECTING something wonderfully serendipitous to happen.
Because that’s how I roll. Who knows why this all happened? But it did. Maybe I am a bozo and should have left earlier. Lesson learned. Maybe there’s a person on this newly booked Southwest flight that I am meant to meet. Or an accident somehow avoided if my plans had gone as…well, planned.
We try and script life and yet each day can be fraught with plot twists. We can either let them frustrate us – or we can see them as adventures in the making.
Yes, first I cried.
Now I am going downstairs to lose myself in an order of French fries.
I hope YOUR explorations brought you happy surprises this week. Next week I hope to have a full report of how this all played out! And I close out the word with my thoughts about exploring our INTERNAL lives. Take a listen:
(And perhaps a few less interruptions!)