
I think we would all like life to go as planned. To have each day turn out exactly how we imagined it, and to put our heads down on our pillows at night with a sense of calm and assurance that everything is as it should be.
Unfortunately, what we want isn’t always what we get, and more often then not life takes a hard right instead of the straight road ahead.
I have learned time and again that life is completely unscripted, and that it’s a story that is constantly unfolding with or without my authorship. I know I have control over certain things, but I’m also well aware of the fact that my life can be hit with both pellets and bombs at any moment.
Just this week I encountered a hiccup. After spending a great weekend in New York I arrived home in Los Angeles only to find that my luggage had not made the flight. Feeling victimized by United Airlines, I indigently marched up to the counter to demand retribution. After a few clicks on the keyboard the attendant handed me a small piece of paper and sent me on my way to wait for the airline to find my long, lost suitcase.
Defeated and indigent, I immediately started in with the victimized stories of “why me” and “nothing goes my way”. This one inconvenient incident felt like the end of the world, and my fatalistic attitude had me convinced that my belongings were gone forever.
I had expected to coast off the plane, grab my bag, hop in a cab and be home in time for dinner. Instead I got stuck at the airport for an extra hour, and ended up with just another thing to follow up on the next day.
Of course I realized that things could be worse and that my bag would eventually make it’s way back to me. However, I was still pissed off that my life had been “inconvenienced” by what was simply a mishap.
I’ve had way bigger disruptions in my past (some of which were life threatening), but somehow those faded away as I called everyone I knew to complain and bitch about “the hassle” and “hindrance” this had on my world.
Then at some point in time (probably just hours later) my life began to flow again. The lost luggage had moved from happening to happened, and I moved forward in spite of this snag in my otherwise awesome week.
This is the natural course of life. You walk, stumble, trip, fall and then get back up to do it all over again. This is how you build resilience, tolerance for discomfort, patience and fortitude.
I share this cautionary tale with you because I think there are a couple of strong messages in it.
First and foremost never check your luggage if you don’t have to.
Secondly, never presume that you are going to cruise through life. Just like sailing out on the open sea, smooth waters are a blessing and reprieve from the uncontrollable and inevitable choppiness that life will throw your way.
Complications, difficulties, problems, and barriers allow you to deeply appreciate the moments, days, and years that allow you to coast. Without the disruptions there would be no appreciation for the calm.
Don’t expect the worst or count on the best, just enjoy the ride.