I had a few moments of "poor me" when I realized that it would be nearly impossible for me to make my flight. I really wanted to get home and be with C. and to visit her dad and mom.
Amazingly enough, the fellow who drove me turned out to be a sailor so we spent the time going to the airport talking about boats and sailing. He and I have the same taste in boats, and he actually owned a smaller version of the sailboat that I have. That conversation eased my mind, took away anxiety and made me realize that missing a flight was not the end of the world. This is another reminder to me that I get what I need when I most need it if I open my heart and mind.
Even though my flight this AM has been cancelled, I am booked on a slightly later flight. I know that I will get home today. These are things beyond my control. I don't need to fret, be angry or despair. Every day I am grateful to have a recovery program that helps my spirit soar regardless of circumstances. The things I cannot control are so many. Trying to control them wastes my energy and solves nothing.