I had a last minute request to travel for a client, so I headed out to Detroit this past week. In the last year, I've learned how to better set boundaries on my personal time vs. my professional time, so I was only away from my family for one night - no big deal. I'm a pretty easy-going traveler...I always assume I'll make my flight, and don't get worked up about small issues that pop up. But, when I drove up the airport on Wednesday afternoon, and saw that the entire Terminal 1 parking ramp was closed (full? construction? I have no idea!) I started to panic a little bit. I swallowed that panic, and calmly followed directions to park in the Terminal 2 ramp...and then I proceeded to miss my turn while driving, and ended up in some weird part of the airport that appeared to be restricted. Tick-tock, tick-tock...it's fine, it's fine, I kept telling myself. I finally managed to park, and get myself down to the light rail station to head to T1....
"Siblings...like branches on a tree we grow in different directions yet our roots remain as one."