Did you ever read Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day? Just insert the name Karey for Alexander. Missed flights are no fun. Especially when the rest of the family is at Disneyland without you! I have a picture of me next to a billboard that I took in the Denver airport a few minutes ago. Once I get to where I'm going, I'll find a connecting cord and put it up here. It tells it all.
This has been the worst day ever. I mean, why did I ask my husband where they were, only to be hesitantly told, "Disneyland?" But that still, quiet part of me that is finally resurfacing after crying in the bathroom stall for at least 15 minutes (and crying Outloud whenever someone flushed, then crying with quiet, shoulder shaking sobs in between time) is remembering that life has great meaning that goes far beyond what seem like disasters. Disasters? Well, not really, but it is dag nabbed hard when you, or I . . .
- Moved 2 miles in one hour on I-80 on my way to the airport to fly to San Clemente to see family
- Got cut off by a truck driver twice which made me swerve into the next lane and wish I was still in bed
- Got to the Salt Lake Airport and chased after two shuttles to no avail
- Got to the ticket counter and the very sweet, little-did-she-know-what-was-coming lady said, "You've missed your flight, and watched me cry
- Got a call from my well-meaning husband once I got in Denver, and I found out he was in DISNEYLAND with the grand kids without me, since I wasn't going to be getting in until their bed time
- Called my mother and blubbered that this has been the worst FALL of my recent few years, and that it seemed like every time I tried to do something I hit a WALL.
- So she suggested a good book to read, and I said, "Thanks, but I'm going to look for Half the Sky. She said it sounded depressing, and I said I needed to read about those who have it much worse than I do.
She laughed. I laughed. But I knew deep down that I meant it. If I can strive to make things better in my own, hopefully God-inspired way, then I'll be getting outside myself, and that means I will be focused on giving, and not getting.
My terrible horrible no good very bad day was all about me focusing on what I wasn't GETTING. Now that I've made a few tear-filled prayers, ignored a nasty email from a very troubled soul, and bought myself a copy of Half the Sky, I'm looking forward, literally, to what I have to offer from my soul to those who have more power and potential in their precious little minds and hearts than they ever could have imagined.
May God bless me in my dream to reach, to strive, to persevere in my quest to make things better for the girls of this world, one girl at a time. Reach, girl. Reach.
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