The Universe was really testing me.
I flew to Cleveland for a funeral. Weddings and funerals. The two events where you actually get to see your extended family members.
The downside of living where I do is that it is at least an hour and a quarter drive from my home to the nearest major airport. And the closest one, of course, is the most expensive. So depending on where I am going, I have to allow for at least a 2.5 hour trip just to get to one of the even further airports to catch a plane.
Yesterday’s journey started with a 2-lane blockage on the 95. Then because of the blockage, I hit major rush hour traffic all through the next county.
The airport I flew out of has the worst, let me say this again, THE WORST, economy parking process which let me into some kind of corporate lot to only ask a random person if economy parking actually existed. By the time I found it, I probably could have stopped, had a bite to eat, and gone to the bathroom (the later of which I really, really had to do).
As I found my econo-parking spot, I of course, just missed the shuttle. Another 15 minutes on an already-late trip, bouncing up and down, because you know what happens after a smoothie and vat of herbal tea on a 2+ hour road trip.
And apparently, the shuttles drop you off in baggage claim, so you have to find the broken escalator and then ask someone who doesn’t speak English on how to “go up” because everything is under construction and boarded up.
Fortunately, my folks had already printed my boarding ticket, but I still had to back to the kiosk after getting to security because dad’s printed twice. My ticket? Not in the pile.
After an “it’s too late to check-in message”, the airline rep standing close by must have felt sorry for me based on the expression on my face, and asked if I was Lore Earley. I wondered how she had such good divine insight to know this, but she handed me my ticked and said it must have gotten stuck in the machine.
One blessing… no line at security. I got to pottie (thankfully) and got on the plane at final boarding call.
After my adrenals relaxed and I could actually have a clear, rational thought, I contemplated today’s message.
My gut told me to get up at o-dark-thirty with the husband to allow for 3.5 hours in the car. Check. Listened.
My gut told me not to stop to pottie because I would miss my flight. Check (to the dismay of my bladder).
My gut also told me to just park in the parking garage (and not be a cheap-o). I ignored. The sound in my head after I passed the garage entrance and followed the “econo” sign went something like “eeeennnnnntttt”, the same sound the big X makes on the Family Feud Show. This is where I failed. This error cost me 30 minutes.
But I also know why I failed here. I had planned on doing the economy parking thing. It was stuck in my brain. But when I saw the signs, my gut changed its mind immediately. Unfortunately, my brain was not as decisive. That split second of fear from diverting from the plan put me in lizard brain mode. My subconscious took over.
Fortunately this whole experience was just a test and learning experience, and I made it with 30 seconds to spare. But next time I may not get so lucky.
I have been working a lot on being in tune with my intuition and really listening to my gut. When I get away from this, I tend to get frazzled and the chaos in my mind transitions into a full-blown fiesta. Fiesta all the time equals procrastination, poor focus, and really sucky decision making.
Do you listen to your intuition and gut feelings? What has ignoring them cost you? Time? Money? Your health?
And what is blocking you from listening? Some kind of unresolved pain? Poor lifestyle choices? Fear?