“Where’s my bag?”
“It wasn’t there,” he said.
“What do you mean it wasn’t there?” I grumbled while listening to the pilot welcome us onboard. Suddenly, my glowing anticipation of our vacation was hijacked by my increasing annoyance that my carry-on luggage went missing. Upon arrival, I filled out a lost luggage claim, and grumpily made my way to our beach destination.
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I tried hard not to be swept away by wrath. Walking the 80-degree sunny beach in jeans and a black wool sweater was fine, I persuaded myself. A bathing suit is overrated. Who needs makeup and under-eye cover-up when I should be one with my exposed facial wrinkles? And why is it that the contents of a 14-by-22-inch bag defines the ability to be happy? I tried to keep my frustrations in check while sand invaded the cuffs of my jeans. I was doing pretty well until my husband suggested I wear his Adidas shorts to dinner.
When the airline informed me my luggage had arrived, I was elated until I realized they delivered the wrong bag. The contents of men's dress pants and starched collared pinstripes were not my style. The absurdity of it all suddenly made me laugh.
I realized how easy it is to become chronically negative and allow a minor inconvenience to hijack joy. Plenty of things can go wrong on any given day. Lost luggage on a vacation may rank above hitting every red light, but there are many occasions where our expectations do not meet reality. Yet, as I felt the warm ocean air kiss my face, I heard my mother’s heavenly reminders that the cup of life is always half full if only we choose to see it that way. “At least it’s not raining,” she would have said.
My frustration could have been the end to this story, but in fact, it ends in immense gratitude. My bag eventually found its way to me, bathing suit enclosed. I called the airline to thank them, and was informed that my bag somehow voyaged to Hartford, Conn. Someone recognized it and found me so many states away. My anger softened in appreciation for all the good fortune despite my stubborn annoyance. Maybe all I really needed were those Adidas shorts after all.
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