12/04/2025
I’m really glad I didn’t see the blood until the next morning… a travel story.
Two weeks ago I had one of those travel days that just goes sideways.
My first flight was delayed so I missed my connection.
Hundreds of us got stranded in Houston overnight.
Every hotel nearby was booked.
The airline couldn’t get me my luggage.
And the hotel I finally found?
…let’s just say it wasn’t on anyone’s “Top 10 safest neighborhoods” list.
By the time I got up at 4:30am to get back to the airport, I was tired, annoyed, and ready to be done.
And then… as I was leaving the room… I happened to notice something on the carpet I 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 see the night before:
What looked like a decent amount of dried blood.
Human, I’m guessing.
And here’s the wild thing:
I was genuinely grateful I didn’t notice it earlier.
Because knowing would’ve changed nothing except my ability to sleep.
And second… it was a reminder.
𝐈𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝’𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞.
𝐈𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝’𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝒎𝒚 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝.
That’s perspective.
Here’s the point:
You don’t have to love the moment you’re in.
You don’t even have to pretend it’s fine.
But you 𝘤𝘢𝘯 choose how you think about it.
And that choice can turn a miserable situation into a manageable one.
This isn’t a story about making the most of things.
𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥.
Most situations aren’t “good” or “bad.”
They’re just moments waiting for you to decide the story you will tell about them.