Perspective

My route was supposed to be PDX>PHX>OMA.

My route became PDX>TUS>DFW>OMA. Also, please add nearly 7 hours to that PDX>TUS flight (stuck on the plane, that is, in turbulent air and then on a tarmac) AND an overnight in TUS. And a rude gate agent last night. Look, guy. I know you’re stuck here longer than your original shift was supposed to be, but sir, I’ve been trapped on a plane for nearly 7 hours and I’m a 22 hour drive from home and I’m stuck in Arizona. AND I’m smiling at you and being much kinder than about 95% of the others in line. So…check the attitude, maybe. I didn’t say it, but I was thinking it – he had to see it in my eyes and hear it in my kind, strained voice. Right?

Frankly, I was pissed. However, I realized a few things at the airport (where everything was shut down, I might add.)
A) I was hungry. When I am hungry, I am totally, completely unreasonable.
B) I was tired. Mentally, not physically, but still.
C) I was stuck.

I woke up this morning wanting to write about perspective or “a particular attitude toward or way of regarding something; a point of view.”

Life really is what you make it. Being that C was inevitable, I made the best of the situation. The airline didn’t want to give me vouchers for hotel (despite the fact that I had 13 hours prior to my next flight) nor did they want to give me food vouchers (despite the fact that I’d been on a plane from 11:25 AM to 6:30 PM AND was stuck in an unknown city until 8:45 the next morning). Jerks? Yes. We’ll be chatting after I’ve cooled off a bit more.

BUT

There was a time when I wouldn’t have had the $ to do something about this situation. That I would have been stuck, hungry, and tired – at the mercy of the airline. That’s no longer the case. I was able to pull together enough for a motel and some dinner. Perspective. I was traveling over a weekend and didn’t have to worry about missing work. Perspective. I’m a freelancer and my job is mobile. Perspective. I’m safe, I’m alive, I have a wonderful boyfriend who picked up the dogs from the boarder so I didn’t have to pay an extra day. Perspective.

Here’s what I’ve learned: All that negative crap that comes at you? Let it go. It’s not worth ruining a day, making a bad memory of an otherwise great trip, etc. etc. etc. Being mad? Being rude? Being frustrated? Boring. Expected.

Why not do something unexpected and make the most of an unfortunate circumstance? I found a really good restaurant. They had really good local beer. I got to sleep in a king sized bed. I got a bathtub – that’s a luxury I don’t have in my home and it was thrilling to relax in a big old bubble bath.

Even when it’s difficult, find the good in a situation. Don’t let that anger, that frustration, pull you down.

Portland, OR

Have you ever been to Oregon? Personally, I’m a huge fan of the west coast. I’ve visited California more times than I could count, but until I became invested in a long-distance relationship (he’s in Portland) I had never visited places like Portland, Seattle and even Vancouver.
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