This is one of my all-time favorite quotes. It’s a unique blend of understanding, forgiveness, and responsibility.
Most days I can stick to this mantra (unless there is berry chantilly cake, Cadbury mini-eggs, or bourbon involved) and to the 4 agreements.
To paraphrase the Wylie Lama:
When I stick to those agreements, I have really good days.
About 9 months ago, I was scheduled to fly into Monterey (MRY) for an interview and we couldn’t land due to fog and gale force winds.
I almost died, but blogged about it instead (And have since then scheduled all fights out of San Jose.)
It’s a curious fact that 9 months is how long it takes to incubate a baby. And it’s also the same amount of time that it takes for one to forget the horrors of modern air travails (sic).
I was in SF last night for a full moon and an earthquake (Johnny Earthquake and the Moondogs ought to record my songs), but only felt a slight urge to howl like a Wild Thing while standing in the jetway to board a plane for MRY– the second time.
I didn’t wait in a 2 hour line for the airline’s generous offer of a $67 hotel and breakfast voucher. Instead, I shared a taxi ride with 2 other ladies to the airport Holiday Inn, slept for about 3 hours before catching the airbus home.
This morning’s United flight out of MRY was cancelled. Seems they’re short a plane.
Note to self: YOU KNOW BETTER!