You know how some things in life never go as planned?
Like the other night, for instance. I was scrambling to pack four kids and myself to prepare for our trip to California. My husband and I noticed that our youngest had a nasty looking rash on his chest and leg. He’d had it for a couple days but rather than getting better it got worse. Naturally.
So off I went with Little Squirt in tow to the after hours clinic. Already off course from the early bedtime I planned on but I kept my hopes up that it would a quick and uneventful visit.
It was fairly quick, I mean for a doctor’s office after hours. It was rather uneventful despite the fact that I had no answer to why he had a rash or what to do for it. So we head home to finish packing and try to grab a few winks.
Now this where it gets hilarious, as if hearing my rash story wasn’t funny enough.
On my home I encounter road construction. I live in Utah. We are notorious for having road construction. This road construction deterred me not once, not twice, but THREE times. Seriously. I’m laughing on the outside and crying on the inside.
Instead of whining about how everything sucks and this stuff always happens to me and blah blah blah blech I thought of how many times my path in life has changed due to “construction”.
Often times we are traveling along our path of life, minding our own business, when BLAM. An orange cone appears out of nowhere with a sign pointing the other direction. Say whaaaaat!?
I don’t want to go in that direction. You can’t make me go in that direction. Well, I don’t want to run into that huge orange cone. Okay, maybe I’ll give that direction a try.
You may be like me and not want to go that direction because it will add an extra 5 miles to your journey but you may discover along the way that those 5 extra miles were a necessary.
In my case those 5 extra miles were necessary for Little Squirt to fall asleep so I could easily lay him down and for me to R-E-L-A-X. After all we were packing for vacation. Vacations are supposed to be relaxing.
So the moral of the story…you can gripe and moan about those 5 extra miles or enjoy the journey. It’s your choice.