The Joys of Traveling

I always heard about travel nightmares from friends and family. I always thought, man that sucks for them. I figured they travel a lot, so the odds aren’t in their favor.

Well today marked my sixth trip via airplane this year, and I’m living that travel nightmare. My trip to Mid-Ohio Sports Car Course is taking a bit longer than expected.

My flight out of Houston to my connection in Chicago was delayed on the runway. At first it was just 20 minutes, then we turned around to head back to the gate, then another about face and we took off, about 30 minutes late. All of this was due to an air traffic control glitch in Chicago causing a ground stoppage

Mid-flight, we were rerouted due to storms over Chicago. By the time we landed, I had missed my connection to Columbus by eight minutes. EIGHT FREAKING MINUTES. But alas, I sat in the terminal, waiting for the update on my next flight.

The delays kept coming, and finally the dreaded cancellation. Now, by this point it’s 5:40 p.m. I’ve been traveling since 6 a.m., when I left the house to head to the airport.

A quick easy phone call to United informed me that I had no choice but to take a flight out the next day. And then came the disappointing news of booked hotels.

But a phone call to my husband reminded me of a mutual friend who lives in Chicago, and thus I’m on my way to her place, via pubic transportation.

Now, I could be angry. But I’m not. Shit happens, why get mad a people who are just as angry their day hasn’t gone perfectly.

I could be helpless. But I’m not. I’ve spent the past 12 years learning how to figure things out for myself.  I’ve taken a train and bus before. I made sure to get cash before I left. Note to self, need more ones next time!

I could be scared. But I’m not. My dad taught me how to be alert. Don’t make yourself a target, and act like you are ready to take on the world.

This entire experience was been eye opening, because for the first time in a long time, I feel like it was all supposed to happen this way.

Maybe God needed to remind me that He’s with me. Maybe my Daddy wanted me to experience an adventure.

Maybe this is exactly the break I needed from my crazy hectic life. Something to remind me of who’s really in control, and most importantly, who’s watching over me.

Whatever it is, I’m just going to enjoy the ride.

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