It was 6:25 am when I left San Francisco to head to Vermont to keynote the womenís conference Zest Fest.† My Virgin America flight to Boston went smoothly enough, and in spite of the gusty winds, dense fog, and heavy rain, the plane landed with just a few bumps. But it turns out I only had an hour to transfer to my connecting flight, a little puddle jumper that would take me to Lebanon, New Hampshire, where the conference coordinator would pick me up and drive me to Fairlee, Vermont.
Unfortunately, because the puddle jumper airline didnít have luggage transfer privileges with Virgin America, that meant going to baggage claim, picking up my luggage, checking in with Cape Air, going back through security and making it to the airline in time (good luck!)
Fortunately, my bag was the first off at baggage claim, and Iím a pretty fast runner, so I made it to Cape Air just in time to find out that my flight was delayedÖprobably indefinitely. The plane was still stuck at another airport where the weather was also bad. And puddle jumper Cessnas just donít do so well in bad weather.
So, luggage in hand, I found a bus that, for $38 and three hours of driving, would drop me at the Lebanon, New Hampshire airport with unexpected free WIFI as a bonus. Problem solved.
The bus arrived as planned, I got on, they took my luggage, and I settled in with my kale chips. Only the bus driver dropped us at the bus station and told us we had to go in to buy tickets. So I went in, bought my ticket, and when I came back, the bus was gone. With my luggage.
By this time, it was 7:30 pm. It had already been a long day, and I was tired and looking forward to relaxing in my lakefront hotel before speaking at the conference. So, in my old life, this is right around when I would have started truly melting down.
I remember a time about five years ago when, after a 72 hour call shift, this poor kid at a grocery store couldnít manage to swipe my granola. And I just lost it and ripped him a new asshole. I remember saying, ďIf I did my job the way you did your job, thereíd be dead people everywhere.Ē
That’s when I knew I had to quit my job.
This phrase flashed through my head. How could the bus driver leave me after he had taken my luggage and forced me to go in, wait in line, and buy a ticket?
But this time, I dismissed the thought instantly.
Instead, I focused on all the plus sides to my situation. Hereís what I came up with.
- While stuck, luggage-less, in a Boston bus stop with no clue when Iíll make it to my destination, I now have lots of uninterrupted time to work on my book.
- Given that the weather sucks, and I was scheduled on a little puddle jumper, maybe this is just the Universeís way of taking care of me. After all, it would have sucked to have had a Buddy Holly/ Richie Valens kinda night.
- Situations like this give me a good chance to practice my zen skills. Breathe. OmÖ
- Travel challenges give me a good excuse to chat with my travel-hacking friend†Chris Guillebeau, who has been stuck in far more exotic places than me and puts it all into perspective for me.
- I now have the perfect opener for my speech. ďA funny thing happened on the way to this God forsaken placeÖĒ (Hat tip to Chris Guillebeau for reminding me of that one).
- Travel usually takes us out of our comfort zone, and only when we push the limits of what is comfortable do we discover the limits of who we really are. These mishaps are making me feel proud of the personal growth Iíve made over the past few years. Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional. Joy is a choice.
- When I got stuck, my hubby Matt and my kick ass right hand assistant Melanie were on it like white on rice. Back up plan – CHECK. Bus schedules – CHECK. Phone calls to the event coordinator who was supposed to pick me up at the airport – CHECK. Hugs and kisses and a few little jokes – CHECK. It made me realize that when things get rough, we donít have to navigate the process alone. Itís okay to ask for help.
- Realizing that Iím not only not mad at the world the way I would have been in my past life, but Iím actually kind of enjoying the people watching and not worrying about where my luggage is right now makes me realize how far Iíve come. Plane ticket to Boston: $450. Bus ticket to Lebanon, New Hampshire: $38. The affirmation that you did the right thing by quitting your highly lucrative, heart attack-inducing job: PRICELESS.
It would have been easy to get all pissed off over this. Get mad at the travel agent for scheduling such a screwy flight schedule that requires checking out and checking back in with almost no transit time. Get mad at God for making it rain so hard that my flight got cancelled. Get mad at the bus driver for leaving with my luggage and leaving without me. Get mad at whoever gets in my way next just because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time.
I could have bumped up my adrenaline levels, and with it, my pulse rate and my blood pressure. I could have skyrocketed my cortisol levels, and with it, my blood sugar, insulin levels, and inflammatory markers. I could do that, not just today, but every time some little thing doesnít go just the way I planned it to go. And I could wind up sick, depressed, fatigued, and ultimately, alone – because who wants to hang out with someone whoís mad at the world?
But I choose not to live that life anymore.
Sure, I wish I had grabbed that sweater I stuck in my luggage because I was warm and cozy on the bus before he left without me (brrrrÖ) Sure, Iíd like to be in my lakefront room, chilling out before the big event instead of sitting on a cold floor so I can plug in my laptop.
But instead, I choose to set goals, but release attachment to outcomes. I choose to find my joy, regardless of whatís going on. I choose to feel peace, even amidst uncertainty. I choose to keep my mojo rocking this time around, which is, ironically, what Iím speaking about this weekend.
I havenít always been so zen about things like this. Just ask my husband! Itís been a learning process, and one that Iíve had to practice. I guess we really do teach what we need to learn, eh?
So what do you choose? Do you fly off the handle when things donít go your way? Can you be zen about things you canít control? What have you learned?
Chilling out and feeling grateful,
Lissa Rankin, MD: Founder of†OwningPink.com,†Pink Medicine Revolutionary,†motivational speaker, and author of†Whatís Up Down There? Questions Youíd Only Ask Your Gynecologist If She Was Your Best Friend and Encaustic Art: The Complete Guide To Creating Fine Art With Wax.
Learn more about†Lissa Rankin here.