This Too Shall Pass

I’m having one of those weeks where absolutely NOTHING is going right. Based on the terrible few days I’ve had, I wanted to comment on shitty days and seeing the light at the end of the tunnel…it’s been a while since I had a good ol’ blog word vomit, so let’s go!

Aside from my crappy week (which I won’t comment on, it’s a tad too fresh) the biggest case of “WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME” I can remember was last winter. I went on vacation to Costa Rica with my boyfriend’s family, which was incredibly lovely. I had to fly home solo, since I booked my flight after his fam…I had a layover in North Carolina, but I didn’t mind since I am a calm and seasoned traveller. I have never had reason to be a stressed out flyer.

UNTIL NOW (…then…)

I am calmly waiting for my connecting flight, when we find out that THEY CAN’T FIND OUR PILOT. Excuse me? We are in an airport. How hard can it be to find a mother effing pilot. Anways, our flight is cancelled and we are redirected to the check-in desks to try and sort everything out. Panic ensues. Of course, I am exhausted and just want to be home at this point. What is my immediate reaction? To burst into tears and call my mom and dad (aka my knee-jerk reaction to any stressful situation). I have a one track mind: I have to get home because I have to drive back to school the next day. A normal human would be stoked to miss school…this doesn’t occur to me. A wonderful family was kind enough to take me under their wing and calm me down. I am 21 years old. What is my problem.

I am irrationally sobbing and waiting in line for a ticketing agent. They can’t find me a flight. My mother (the angel that she is) finds me a flight online, and I proceed to find a hotel room and stay overnight. Once I’m safely at my hotel, I FaceTime my boyfriend and burst into tears again. I am inconsolable. The next day I spend the day at the airport, watching Netflix (see melodramatic photo from my Instagram) and awaiting my flight (which is 3 hours delayed but ultimately gets me safely back to Toronto). At this point I call my boyfriend (his angelic tendencies only second to my mom) to pick me up and drive me home at 2 in the morning. I have a $500 phone bill from my use of data in another country, but I am thrilled to be out of that hellish situation and back to my immaculately scheduled life.

What is my point with this story, you may ask? It’s as simple as this:

STOP. BEING. SUCH. A. DRAMA. QUEEN.

Stressful situations happen. TOTAL SHIT happens. People suck. Things don’t go my way (still working on accepting that one). I need to learn to buck up and handle it. I mean, having anxiety and mild OCD definitely doesn’t help my case…but come on. Do I need to be losing my shit in an airport when this WILL NOT find me a solution? No. Do I need to be shaking and feeling nauseous over not knowing how to handle stressful situations? Still no. Ok maybe sort of. But everything works itself out eventually.

Time to MAN UP Carly…take a chill pill and take shit as it comes. Because chances are, things will be resolved less than 48 hours later, and you’ll forget about it in a week. This too shall pass.