New Year’s Eve was dicey—delayed flights, missed connections, sleeping in airports and stuck in Rome when I should have been in Malta.
I realize travel is a privilege and there are worse problems than missed flights.
But running through multiple airports coughing, exhausted, and dodging offensive perfume was like being hurled into space without oxygen.
On my fourth connection I had one shot at making it to my hotel before the clock struck 2017. Weaving in and out of travelers, running on moving sidewalks and willing time to slow down, I made it to the gate just before the doors closed.
Except the airplane scene I walked into was not the refuge I had hoped for. I quickly realized I had a choice—shrink, or stand tall.
But in order to stand tall, I had to ignore a chorus of voices in my head from the ghosts of my shrunken past:
“Don’t be so uptight—it’s no big deal.”
“Why did I wear that fitted jacket?”
“They’re just having fun; what’s the harm?”
“I’m old enough to be their mother—is this really happening?”
“Don’t wreck their New Year’s Eve—it’s their special night.”
I decided they didn’t get to have a “special night” at my expense.
As 2016 closed its doors, I dug up the courage to turn garbage into gold.
If I can do it—sick, alone, exhausted and zooming over the Mediterranean Sea—you can do it too.
Many of us fight like crazy for the rights of others, but forget to stand up for ourselves. Everyone deserves to be treated with compassion and dignity, including YOU.
When we stand tall, we help everyone.
After you watch the video, I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments below. I’m so grateful we’re in this together.
To love and courage,