Last week someone added the wrong kind of detergent to the dishwasher. Late at night I moseyed downstairs to grab a glass of water and was welcomed by a bubbly explosion covering the kitchen floor. It was obvious that it would take a long time to clean up the mess. But before I ran upstairs to grab towels and reinforcements, I stood in the bubbles for a moment and let them pop between my toes. Why?
Because bad things happen.
Once I accept that and learn to embrace inevitable disaster, a world of new potential is opened.
On my first trip to the United Kingdom my entire stop-over trip in Iceland was canceled at the very last second due to inclement weather. I had been dreaming of exploring volcanoes and geysers and sipping tea near the arctic circle for months. Instead my mom and I got stuck in Washington D.C. for two days. After canceling our Reykjavik tour and other bookings, getting as many refunds as we could, and kissing our non-refundable money goodbye – we ended up having a lovely time. We got to tour the library of congress, something I’d been wanting to do for years. We also ran through the national archives, something I had never particularly wanted/planned to do. It was a great experience nevertheless.
When disasters happen, I don’t want to settle for merely muddling through. There are potential glorious memories lurking in the shadows of disappointment and unplanned delays. I am trying to learn to embrace and take advantage of each moment as it comes. I mean seriously, how often do you get to play in a kitchen floor covered in BUBBLES!