I'm writing this stuck in an airport.
A 9pm flight turned into an 12am flight, and I'm pretty sure that's not the end of that.
Booo.
But this is life.
And if you only enjoy the "good" moments in life, you miss out on a lot of moments that could potentially be good. And maybe even your new favorite memories.
You only get one wild and precious life, in the words of Mary Oliver. What is it you plan to do with it?
I plan to enjoy it.
All of it.
Even the extremely long, delayed layovers in an airport that is colder than the North Pole.
I hope you do the same.
Now I'm off to find some airport food.
Over and out.
