Just missed a plane. And now, I am Laptop open, earphones in, with my music playing loud enough to drown out a thousand people having one way cell conversations. And since I can't listen to music without moving my head and my body following I look like those crazy people driving like they are on the dance floor.
After many years of flying (add many, many to that), I have missed maybe two planes in my life. This being one of them. Not that I haven't had my share of close calls. I've had my share, your's, and four of your neighbors.
So I had to make that phone call. The phone call where you tell your host that ummm, you are ever so imperfect and will not be there for dinner. Which sets the stage for me showing up late tonight and speaking all day tomorrow and telling - the bona fide truth.
I am imperfect. Some days I am a little more together, a little more productive, a little more all that. But many days find me rushing and barely hanging on and laughing and being uber human. Today is one of those days as I heard them saying if you are on this flight to Kansas City - well, you should already be on it because the doors. are. closing. I was 30 seconds away. So close.
My KC connection was ever so gracious and now I'm airport parked where I'm taking time to simply breathe. And be. And think how it shouldn't take a missed plane to get me to a place where I can sit. But not being one for totally sitting unless I'm rocking on a front porch, I'm choosing to lose myself in story. Mine and the novels I'm carrying on board. (Eventually)
All while I listen to Seal singing in my ears, "Sometimes, we all have to get a little . . ."
*(A special real life salute to the memory of the lives lost on 911 in flight and on the ground. God's unmeasured peace be with their family and friends as they live through this day.)