Months ago I was invited to a friend’s wedding in Mexico for this weekend. I quickly confirmed my attendance, booked the hotel, bought the present on their registry, and got a great flight with 3 other fantastic people who would be going.
Well – kind of.
I was getting ready last night (read: thinking about packing when really doing nothing about it) when I thought “Hmm, let me check my flight details to see what time I need to be at the airport Friday morning.” And that’s when it hit me. The flight confirmation e-mail in my inbox that I thought was mine, was in fact my friends – as she sent it to me to make sure I would get on similar flights.
And that’s when I panic.
Holy crap. Maybe there is another e-mail. It’s gotta be here.
I don’t have a flight to Mexico this weekend.
I call up my dear friends at WestJet to confirm this. Confirmed. I have no flights booked. I can do nothing but laugh at myself at this point. Sometimes, even when I think I am months ahead of myself – things can still slip.
The lovely lady on the phone laughed with me and said “You’re not the first person this has happened to. Let’s get you to this wedding.” With the blessings of seat sales, we were able to book me the exact tickets I wanted at the same price I was hoping to spend -slash- thought I spent already.
Its fun to give myself room to make mistakes. When they happen, I can laugh it off and deal with them rather than let myself be consumed by the notion of failure. Just because my flight booking plans failed, doesn’t mean that I’m a failure.
That separation takes me places. Like Mexico for a long weekend.
(I’ll be writing from here this weekend. Twitter updates + Instagram pics will be flowing for sure.)
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