It Always Works Out
Sunday, November 27th, 2011Travel days can be challenging if you choose them to be. Or things can work out. One day last spring, I could have moaned and groaned about everything, but I just kept silently repeating, “It always works out for me. I don’t have to know how. It just does.” And it did. Here is how the travel experience went:
When I got to the airport, the computer said that I’d already checked in. “It always works out for me. I don’t have to know how. It just does.” It took the lady at the counter 30 plus minutes to straighten it out. I just stood there and radiated love. (Ok. I did a little bit of Matrix too.) Read the rest of this entry »