Today I arrived back from a long weekend spent in Amsterdam, Holland. If you’d have told me this ten years ago, that at twenty-one I would be jet-setting around Europe on my days off, I would have possibly spat-laughed in your face.
I started writing this blog in the airport waiting for my return flight home yesterday. However, after the cheery announcement that my flight got cancelled, I slammed my laptop lid. This never happens to ME; I’m always hours too early for flights so as to not miss them, I weigh my luggage, I prepare my toiletries in a clear zip-lock bag, I’m patient in queues, and then this?
Me being me, I started searching my memory for reasons why my karma was deciding to kick me in the ass.
I ran through the airport alongside my fellow stranded passengers, tears only held back by the red haze of frustration. I queued to get the whole “sorry for the inconvenience” relay from the compassionate help-desk clerk – which I didn’t blame because let’s be real we don’t wanna be that person that blames the messenger, do we? – and got the news I’d be flying out the next day. I wanted to cry. I got on the phone and spoke to the supportive best-friend, the parents, and it was decided that I just wasn’t looking at it positively. I almost always look at situations with an optimistic outlook – so, why not this?
I arrived at the airline organised hotel, pissed off I’d wasted half a day with the intention of going home, and then dropped down face first onto my queen bed with crisp white sheets. I had intended on screaming into the pillow, instead I surprised myself because I started laughing. After all I was being ridiculous; I didn’t have work the next day, the airline had provided full amenities – hotel, meals, an airport voucher, shuttles & a seat on the first flight out the next day – and I was here wasting my energy and mood on something that couldn’t be changed.
I had a hot shower, propped myself up on the 4 luxurious pillows, switched on the flat screen and started watching America’s Next Top Model with Dutch subtitles. An extra night in Amsterdam couldn’t be all bad, what was I going to do with my evening at home anyway? PLUS, I had just spent a weekend in a stunningly beautiful city, because it’s only an hour away from my home in London – I need not be so petty over a postponed flight home.
I always try to live by the motto that…
everything happens for a reason
…but yesterday I realised that I am still perfecting the recipe for the all-the-time positive person I aspire to be. I think my flight got cancelled for a reason. My life runs fairly smoothly, and I needed to be reminded by the Universe that life isn’t all picking fresh cherries; sometimes you get stuck with the last pack on the shelf at Tesco after craving them all day. I’m home, with the refreshed reminder that there is always something positive to come from what may appear as a misfortune – if you’re willing to figure it out.
Psst, make cherry jam.