Today is not my day.
I woke up at 6 AM on a Saturday to catch a train.
I only slept six hours.
It’s raining cats and dogs outside.
I missed the bus and had to walk to the subway.
My umbrella got stuck in the door to the bakery.
Some old dude walked in before me. The two ladies were chatting. So then I had to run to the subway.
Almost there I realized the next one only leaves in 20 minutes, not 10. Less running, more time pressure.
But here’s the kicker: I forgot my luggage.
Not even in an “I’m just an idiot” way. In an “I need to leave my keys on the table so my roommate can rent out my room to peeps during Oktoberfest” way.
I grabbed my backpack with my laptop, rushed outside, threw away the trash, came back from the yard and…
“FUCK!”
My mind raced through all options:
- Wait for someone to open the door and try to get back in
- Wake people up by making a fuss
- Call the locksmith who won’t show up for hours
I pondered for a minute, which is also how I missed the bus. But then it came to me:
What if I just let it go?
No luggage, no cry. There wasn’t anything lifesaving in there. I have clothes at home. I can get new ones. Or more shoes.
At least I’ll travel light, right?
I decided that was the best option and I didn’t look back. Now that I’m sitting here on the train, with my coffee and pretzel, writing this, I think even Murphy’s Law exists for a reason.
Whenever it kicks in, it creates a beautiful opportunity to practice Stoicism.
“You have power over your mind – not outside events. Realize this, and you will find strength.” – Marcus Aurelius
