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I did my cheerful and heartfelt holiday good cheer blog yesterday and the universe decided to see if I meant it. Jon and I missed our flight to warmer climes and discovered that tomorrow is aGreen Day at the airports. That doesn’t mean its ecologically sound, but that all our men and women in the armed services are going to descend on the airport and get first dibs on all seats, especially stand-bys which was all we could get. The nice woman at the ticket counter talked about us needing to get there no later than 4 AM if we wanted a chance to get seats. I felt quite punished. My holiday spirit washed away on a tide of negativity. I am very happy that the airlines do their best to get all the armed forces personal home for the holidays, but its like one of the worst days to try and get a flight at the last minute. Like I said, it was instant karma. Did I mean my cheerful message, or not?

I admit to a little bit of self-pity, and grumpiness, but in the end I honestly thought about what I’d written and realized I’d met my last blog. I could either make myself and Jon miserable tonight, or I could let it go, and enjoy things. It’s not what happens to you, but how you react to what happens to you that dictates how you feel. That’s one of the sayings I have in my office on a sticky note, and its true. So Jon and I have one more night home in our own bed together, not exactly a terrible fate. So we get to our destination a day later. I admit that if we hadn’t found alternative flight plans and had to do the whole getting up at 3 AM for a flight tomorrow I might be working much harder at the whole cheerful thing, but we did find alternative transportation. Another thing to be thankful for. Is this all too Pollyanna? Maybe, but as everyone gets more frantic to have that “perfect” holiday, and puts more and more pressure on themselves to do it all, I think I’ll try to remember that it’s not about perfect it’s about doing the best you can. I’ve decided to give up on finishing my present list in time for Solstice which is Monday. We’ll celebrate a few days later with all Jon’s family on Christmas, which we’d call Yule, but by any name it’s a nice holiday. So I decided to enjoy the night of catching up on all the Tivo shows that we’ve not watched for the last few weeks. Jon is changing arrangements for the rental car and other things, and we’ll get there tomorrow instead of tonight. Hey, at least we’re already packed.