I Had a Full-Blown Pity Party

   And did it well.

This morning I pulled out for a big road trip.

  • Four cities in ten days.
  • Temperatures ranging from 20s to 80s.
  • Determined to only use a rollerboard suitcase.

I packed with a vengeance.

  • Layers abounded.
  • Mid-week wash planned.
  • And my quart bag loaded to the gills with liquids.

James dropped me at the airport.

  • I approached security.
  • And panic hit.
  • No bag of liquids.

How could that happen?

  • I was totally sick.
  • No time for James go home and get it.
  • What a loser.

This was a nightmare come true!

  • I whined going through security.
  • By the time I hit my gate the pity party was in full force.
  • Tears threatened.

I was missing so much!

  • My makeup, hair stuff, face stuff and more.
  • Why did this happen to me?
  • How could I go on stage without my stuff?

I called James.

  • He shocked me by taking my crisis in stride.
  • “Now you’ve got something to do this afternoon!”
  • “It’s an excuse to shop more.”

He was right.

  • I totally overreacted to my situation.
  • I even had a car today - unusual for me on the road.
  • Life was still good.

Thanks to James my day transformed in the instant from pity party extraordinaire to a place of peace.

Makes me think of chapter leaders…who do you call when you need a reality check?

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