I dislike travelling as a whole. I enjoy new cities, and scenery, and culture and different atmospheres I enjoy that part, but I dislike actually flying, long road trips. All of that, its super quiet for me on that aspect.
Like if your trying to go on a road trip and you need someone to go, I’m probably not the best person to ask. However, I’ll come along, providing we are loaded up with snacks.
Matter of a fact I’m writing this at the airport as I’m waiting for my connecting flight.
Kind of ironic honestly, simply because of how much it relates to being patient.
I’ve always somehow been portrayed as this patient person. And Truth is, by nature, I’m extremely impatient. I don’t like to wait. I’m a very punctual person, and the value of time is something I try not to waste or take for granted.
But what happens when you have no choice but to be patient?
I remember when I was coming back home during Christmas time when I was at school in Kansas, and on this particular trip my flight looked like this
Wichita to Houston, Houston to Edmonton, Edmonton to Calgary.
On paper I guess it doesn’t look that bad? however, I had a 4-hour layover in Edmonton, and the flight from Edmonton to Calgary was maybe 30 minutes once you’re up in the air.
I was beyond annoyed, tired, and all the above.
But It taught me a valuable lesson that day,
In 2016, on the way to the Olympic Games in Rio De Janeiro, if memory serves me justice, I believe we had a night flight. After boarding the flight and putting my bags up. I sat in my seat and waited for the magical words. “Ladies and gentlemen, we are ready for take-off”
I was already tired from the week of training and travelling back from London earlier in the week. So that made everything that much sweeter, I had everything planned out in my head. I was going to kick back and watch a couple movies, and let the movies tire out my eyes and I’ll be in deep REM sleep and when I wake up I’ll get there.
10 minutes later….
I opened my eyes and realized I was still on the dang runaway!
My trip was ruined, I ended up staying up half the 9-hour flight.
But in the midst of the stress, there was a lesson to be learned from it
Don’t get too ahead of yourself.
This is the one part you have no control over whatsoever. Literally, all you can do is sit and occupy your time and let the pilots and steward & Stewardess do their job.
There’s always that stage in life, where it seems like you’re just going through the motions. You’re working towards something, but it can often feel redundant. Sometimes it can feel like you’re not making any progress. And as humans, we strive off progress, that’s what keeps us going.
When you’re in the air flying, and you have a long flight, it doesn’t feel like you’re moving or really covering any ground, until you get to your destination and you realize is was the complete opposite.
Here’s the lesson here:
It’s not how many hours you put into what you do, but rather what you put in those hours.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, Prepare for landing”
Those are sacred words when it comes to flying. It means the trip is almost done!
I wish there was that announcement from the good Lord above that told us that our time was about to come. I imagine mine would go something like this.
“Aye akeem, just stay strong for two more weeks and then it’s your time my guy! the next week and a half I got to make tough, but don’t worry, you’re good, stay strong. Two weeks!”
See, that way I’m prepared. I know in exactly, two weeks I’ll be good!
But when you’re sitting in the sky on the plane, you don’t control the landing, you just got to have faith that you’ll get to the ground safely.
But you know what,