Last night, I was supposed to be the keynote speaker at an event that was about 3 hours away. I plugged in the address and made five trillion phone calls to distract me along the way. When I got to the address, I found myself in a desolate, kind of creepy town in the middle of nowhere, so I called the organizer and discovered I had drove 3 hours–the the completely wrong direction.
My phone was about to die, I had no gas, and no idea where I was, so she put her husband on the phone to try to help me at the same exact time that I unfortunately, started sobbing hysterically. The poor man was really uncomfortable with my display of female hysterics and hurried off the phone. I sobbed, feeling like the world’s biggest idiot for wasting so much money in gas, their hotel fee, making a whole banquet of people sit and wait for me, missing out out the speaking fee, and having my husband take off an entire day of work. I had to turn around and drive 3 hours back home in the dark, which I hate because I have horrible night blindness and then it started to rain.
I’m a writer, so of course I want to see some kind of beautiful lesson in all of this, some way it will all come full circle and teach me something wonderful and inspirational and make me a better person.
But as I was driving home last night, stuffing my face full of trail mix because I was too cheap to stop for food, I found myself desperately wishing for a lesson in all of this.
And maybe there is a lesson there, something about how I need to slow down and pay attention and stop running around like a crazy person trying to make more and more money every month until I find myself on the wrong side of the state, crying alone in the rain to some strange man on the phone.
Or maybe I’m just an idiot who needs to double-check her GPS before she drives 3 hours away.
Either way, lesson learned. Happy hump day, ladies.