It is Day 4 I’m hurtling through the air late at night to go back home. I paid for inflight wifi in a feeble attempt to slide this in before the deadline for the day. I must admit here that January means the renewal of credit card airline credits, so I’m feeling spend-y (and grateful for them perks!).
On January 5th, 2020, I was grateful to spend time with family, and a very dear friend. I had good talks with my parents in the morning, and an excellent brunch with my cousin and aunts. My cousin took me to buy a good luck present for a Chinese superstition for my friend (If this sounds familiar it’s because it wasn’t my first merry-go-round. Peep the purchases from January 11th and 14th of last year.) Then we wandered a Chinese supermarket for snacks to fill my carry-on with (I’m sorry Audrey-from-Burke-Williams!) My mom baked me a last minute wheel of bread, and my cousin took me to see my friend on a pitstop to the airport.
LAX hit us with some horrendous traffic, and after losing more than 40 minutes to go .1mi in the car, my cousin convinced me to make a run for it. I booked it across the campus and right up to TSA. They flagged my bread wheel from my mom and a cough-suppressing, throat-soothing kumquat honey my cousin made and gifted me as “did you bring a bunch of cheese?” and I received a bag check. I was grateful I got to keep my yums. I blew right past my gate (the first one after security screening no less,) and power walked my belongings right up to the last gate of the terminal, then realized my mistake. I was grateful for the additional exercise. In the end I sat my butt down 9 minutes before take-off. I’m grateful to be going home!
Gratitude is a matter of perspective, and we don’t lose anything by trying on different outlooks. Onward, everyone!
