I Missed My Flight
For the second time in my life, I missed my flight. I set three alarms -THREE, all of which didn't go off or maybe they did and I shut them off in my sleep, I don't know...Who cares. I missed it.
The thing about missing a flight is there's nothing you can do about it. It takes a serious amount of patience (that I do not possess) to accept the fact quickly and move on.
At the end of the day (7am) life doesn't care that you missed your flight or how upset you are about it. Life does what life does well and continues on and I was resistant to go along with it.
After I called my mom, lacking any sort of composure (apologies Mom,) I accepted my defeat, lack of control and let it go because resisting life is exhausting.
As soon as I did, I was just grateful for the opportunity to be going home.
I had a lovely uber ride to LGA with, Musua who told me all about his recent trip to Miami. Then I wrote this post in the sunny Delta Sky Lounge because I was 2 hours early for my next flight for obvious reasons.
My alarm clock and I will be fine.