Bumps Along the Way

I recently had to travel for work. This is something I did all the time pre-pandemic, but I've cut back a lot post-pandemic. Maybe I'm just out of practice, but I have found that I'm not as good of a traveler as I age. Or maybe it's better to say that I'm not as good of an airplane traveler as I age. 

The hurry-up and wait nature of traveling on planes can be daunting, but it also allowed me time to write and think and read, especially after experiencing three delays on the way to my destination and one delay on the way back home. 

​The reality is that life rarely goes as planned - there are bumps, hiccups, and delays along the way - the question is what do we do with that time? Do we allow it to grate against our soul, or do we take it as a gift as it comes?