All Over Again

This past week I learned an invaluable lesson all over again. I learned that things don't always go as you planned or expected them to. Shocker! Now this may seem like common sense, but I am realizing that I have forgotten about this lesson almost entirely. As my time here is coming to a close I can’t help but think about this. This past week was filled with a slew of frustrating experiences. As I am sitting here at the airport after missing my flight and writing this, I am looking around and everyone seems to be sitting comfortably, while I am sitting on fumes. Restlessly replaying all of the frustrating moments that this week brought me. How unfortunate that I seem to have forgotten the rest. I guess as they say, bad news gets the most press and is often all that we hear. I thought about this as I sat alone at the airport. What was I going to say to my coworkers when they asked me about how my weekend was? Would I tell them that I missed my flight, didn’t get much sleep and throw myself a pitty party? I had the choice, to allow my change of plans to determine my weekend and week, or to realize that plans change, flights are missed and work, is just work sometimes. When came here I was bitter for a good two weeks because the experience that I had planned and expected to have at my placement was quickly toppled by reality. Those two weeks were also filled with laughter, good food and new friendships. When I am sitting at home in about a month when all my travels are done, what will I be remembering...the missed flights and stressful work days? Or the long nights with good company and the days at work that I smiled all day? I think I am going to be choosing to reminisce on the latter.