The Universe has had other plans, People.

Plans that did not include me making it home.

I have been traveling for 28+ hours. I am tired and out of sorts.

I just want to be home. I am in the travel haze. I want FoH and my own bed. I want a normal meal. At my own dining room table.

Nothing has gone as anticipated.

But I am laughing about it all, because what else is there to do? Anger and frustration will not get me home any faster.

I have accepted this as my current fate and you better believe I am damn well going to make the best of it.

I like to think that even when it feels like I’m being thwarted, The Universe is on my side … perhaps protecting me from things I need protecting … somehow, ensuring my well being … and for that I am eternally thankful.

Besides … I’ll get home … eventually.