Rebooting… Please Stand By.
Delayed flights, broken WiFi, mysterious gas. Also: emotional growth.
Dear Reader,
It’s 4:30AM, and I’m at my gate, waiting to board to New York to meet my girlfriends before the Fenimore Design Summit.
The plan was to be there yesterday morning—
But a series of plane and weather issues rerouted me to Pittsburgh, where I spent the night in an airport hotel that did not have a spa (I asked).
So, we’re trying this again.
Yesterday, I paid $18 for WiFi that didn’t work. I figured I’d get ahead on work—make the most of all the empty hours. Frustrated, I opened the Notes app and just… let it out.
(I’m a Leo rising, Cancer sun, Sagittarius moon—this girl’s got feelings.)
Here’s what I wrote:
Things I Want to Complain About
— A 3AM wake-up for a flight that went nowhere
— Having to do it all over again tomorrow
— The general lack of sleep
— Missing my kids this morning—for no good reason
— My friends already in NYC, starting the fun I’ll be joining late
— The tummy ache from airport pistachios and too much coffee
— The $18 WiFi that never loaded a single page
— The person next to me with the worst gas I’ve ever smelled (and I’ve changed diapers—this wins)
I want to complain about all of it.
I want to scream.
Because honestly? I’m still a child in an adult woman’s body.
But I Have a Higher Self
She reminds me: complaining doesn’t fix anything.
It just adds weight to what I’m trying to rise above.
And really—it’s kind of silly to complain, because:
1. I couldn’t control any of this. I can control how I respond.
2. Maybe the delay was the plan. Maybe I was being spared something I’ll never know about.
3. Complaining carries a charge. Even when it’s valid, it lingers like black smoke.
4. The theme of this trip is rising above—not just professionally, but emotionally.
Who am I when things don’t go my way?
Or Maybe—This Is an Invitation
An opportunity:
To write, undisturbed.
To pause.
To reflect.
To notice what is working:
The privilege to travel.
The friendships I’ve made.
The event I am invited to.
Not everything is broken.
Not everything is late.
Not everything smells bad.
Perspective is power.
Choose Your Character
So—who do I want to be?
The woman muttering under her breath, stewing in frustration?
Or the one who meets inconvenience with grace?
Reboot in Progress
When I step off this plane, I’ll be new.
We’re always rebooting—choosing, moment by moment, who we want to be.
Even on a cellular level, we’re not the same person we were yesterday. Our skin regenerates. Our brain rewires. Our blood replenishes.
We’re built for renewal.
Biologically. Emotionally. Spiritually.
Every moment is a soft reset.
Some reboots crack us open—life events that rearrange everything.
Others? You’d miss them if you blinked.
A pause. A breath. A choice to stay soft instead of snapping.
Software Update: Now Installing
So maybe this is that.
A forced pause. A messy little software update disguised as a travel delay.
Here I am. Mid-reboot.
A little tired. A little bloated (thanks, pistachios). Possibly being gassed out by a stranger.
But still—choosing to show up softer.
Wiser.
More tuned in.
Because even in the most inconvenient moments, we’re being invited to become more of who we actually are.
Love this!