Traveling back from Los Angeles from visiting my oldest, we hit a lightning storm which put us in a holding pattern and we missed our flight connection.
Years ago, this might have gotten me really flustered and upset. But once I lost a child to suicide, stuff like that doesn’t rile me up like it used to.
I also have something to look forward to Friday. Getting together with members of the club no one wants to be in. That always helps. Being with others who have lost a loved one to addiction and/or mental illness helps us all endure this incredibly hard journey.
I will miss my hair appointment which is a pretty sacred appointment in my calendar. So yeah, I was inconvenienced. But no one died or lost a limb. I am good.