I'm heading West for a few days...
Lots to pack... running a little late.
I was exhausted last night, so I am packing before 4 am this morning.
All packed... Its 4:45 am.
I call the Lyft late, and am a little concerned. They are 25 minutes out.
I call.. .
I text...
Doesnt look like they are going to make it...
Doesn't look like the car is moving in the app.
Looks like they are...
Should I drive?
It's getting closer.
Lyft shows up.
The woman parks 100 yards away, and doesn't get closer.
Im thinking "Driveway!!"
I start my hike to the car...
My new golf bag doesn't fit in the trunk.
Breathing deep...
rearranging.
Take it to back seat.
Can't put it there... baby seat in front.
Back to trunk.
Finally get it to fit.
I grab a nice cold seltzer from the fridge, grab the second bag and get in the car.
I am ready to pop the can and chill.
it is 5 am...
"No drinking in the car" a loud and authoritative voice commands.
"Its water" I say.
"No drinking, some people spill."
I am breathing, smiling, wishing ... aware of my own momentary disharmony and laughing at myself.
She seems like a lovely woman.
She is giving me a ride.
She is protecting her car.
All good... I'm thinking...
But the water is cold... and I'm thirsty...
"Chill my brother" I say to myself... your IS won't let you without being rude...
Then every 2 minutes literally, there is some sound of a can opening coming through the speakers...
REALLY?
Im thinking...
"What is that ?l" I finally ask my commander in chief, Phillis...
"Oh, that means I just got another email."
I smile at the irony, holding my cold can between my legs.
My glass this morning, or can in this case, is not half full or half empty. I smile at the thought. It's actually FULL... I've got no option;-)
I get to the airport...
I have worked this out in my mind... I will drink my can while carrying my back pack and pulling my new golf bag, and my carry on.
I crack my can and it spills.
ironic? It's been in my pocket getting the bags...knew it would.
Trying to drink and enjoy the delicious effervescence while trying not to spill or drop my bags.
I fail.
I throw out the last sip because I've got to get into the airport.
the trash, is actually a planter... I carry my can a little farther trying to avoid the thought of the possibility of drinking comfortably in the back seat of Phyllis' Camry.
Nice lady, I think to myself with sincerity.
the line to check bags is small, but the two ladies are chatting it up.
I am running a little late... can't you see that... I think to myself.
I am called up.
Check in...
Then turn to the security checkpoint, and it is literally the longest line I have ever seen.
I breathe.
I smile.
So very amused by my momentary disharmony.
I get in line... grateful for my A list... and it starts to move slowly.
Happiness is never being in a hurry... the thought crosses my mind.
Why waste energy... it will all work out, or it won't. No lives are at stake.
...
I now sit at the gate 20 minutes early, and I am glad I didn't waste energy, didn't get angry, didn't get frustrated...
I watched literally hundreds of moments of disharmony pass me by...
I sit here grateful for my life, grateful for my day...
Embracing my IS...
thinking of my WANT...
and smiling at the thought...
my can is not half empty, nor half full...
it is completely full,
because I had no choice... ;-)
Actually, I did.
I always do.
I know the difference,
in harmony,
Nestor