Wow. Talk about a wild 24 hours. And it hasn’t even been 24 hours yet.
Last night was a bit of an adventure, with torrential downpour in Toronto actually causing very serious flooding. That was followed by a harrowing, bumper-to-bumper trip to the airport with my brother, making it right in time for my flight, an amazing (guys, it was amazing, and I’m not one to brag) sprint through the airport wearing a dress and flip flops and dragging a suitcase behind me…..and then about a four-hour wait.
The rains delayed and delayed my flight, then delayed it again. Look, I won’t bore you with how frustrating and scary it was. It was just a long night. We finally boarded a plane to Edmonton at 1:45am, and I was finally in my own bed with my puppies at around 5am. I slept for about three hours, then got up and started to face a day that proved challenging in so many ways.
You don’t get more details than that. Shame, right?
Here’s a brief visual of my emotions from last night to this morning:
I slowly started to unpack my tiny suitcase. After almost a week of music festival and insanely hot temperatures, I thought it might be a little funky in there. I got out a spray bottle of Febreeze started spraying it down. From the other room, my mom shouted, “Yeah, I mean, just spray it, because I’ll totally still use that suitcase when I go.”
I shouted back, “Oh yeah, there’s nothing wrong with it. It’s just been through a lot.”
And then I started crying.
In all fairness, I had been crying before that, but it re-opened the (not major, but existing) floodgates.
Why, you ask?
Because in that moment, I was the suitcase.
There’s nothing wrong with it. It’s just been through a lot.
So this morning I learned that you can find poignancy in the smallest things sometimes. (Or maybe you can just find poignancy in anything when you haven’t slept enough.)
I also learned that when I’m tired and crying, my crying turns into laughing because I’m so tired.
What’s up, Tuesday? Bet you never saw me coming.