Three flight cancellations. Four days at my house instead of home with my family.
I cried. Hard.
I scoured online as my family sent me dozens of different options and solutions. I finally realized that due to my limited finances and inability to drive through the night by myself, I would have to settle with my new flight date - four days after Christmas.
My stomach was growling and diner breakfast and coffee sounded delicious. I dried my tears and tried to have a good attitude.
The diner was closed. Of course. And at that moment I lost all of my desire to be happy.
The emotions I felt were so strong. I couldn't smile. I didn't want to. Slow drivers ticked me off and I felt like swearing. I hadn't been this disappointed in a really long time. I didn't want anyone to tell me it would work out. I didn't want to see anyone.
I walked through Costco (trying to console myself with frozen pizza and Siete Cinnamon Churros) and pretty much scowled at anyone in my way. I felt like cutting off every cart, and I almost did. Family's together made me angry that I was separate from mine.
I pretty much growled at the perky Chick-fil-a drive-thru chap and they should thank their lucky stars that they didn't ask me how I was doing... they would've gotten my entire sob story.
I didn't want anyones solutions or well-wishes. I wanted to be miserable. And that is about the opposite of me as I could be.
Several hours have transpired since this morning and I have now learned so much about life. These next few points are for me. For me to remember for others and myself in the future.
Irritated people might just have a good reason to be irritated - give a little grace.
Offering solutions when someone is upset is not often the most helpful thing to do - show up and shut up.
"If you choose you've chosen" - don't blame Southwest for weather + that you live 1,200 miles from home.
