A couple of days ago, one of my dear friends had planned to visit me after she wrapped up a business trip in Texas. Two hours before she was to arrive, she sent me a text that read:
“I
missed my flight. I think I’m gonna try
to go straight home.”
Two
hours later, after unsuccessful attempts to get a flight home, she called. In a detailed one hour account, she recalled
her day. She arrived to her conference late,
had to walk from her hotel to the conference(which was further away than she
thought), and missed the chance for group introductions, so she was quite
flustered.
However,
she made to the airport 4 hours early, with a chance to breath and make some
follow up emails to her new connections.
She pulled out her laptop bag, plugged in the cord, and realized, HER
LAPTOP WAS NOT IN THE BAG.
Panic
knocked on her chest. Fear tapped throughout
her spine. Sweat slid down her
back. Someone had stolen her life.
(a.k.a. known as her laptop) Before pandemonium
took up residence, she got en email on her phone. Someone from the conference found her laptop
and planned to mail it to her.
Since
she had 4 hours to spare, she decided to leave the airport, rent a car, and
pick up her laptop. Following a few
longer than necessary conversations with unhelpful rental agents, she made it
back into town and picked up her laptop.
By
this time, she was hungry and she noticed a steakhouse attached the hotel. She decided she would order a steak to go,
and take it back to the airport with her. But…..
She
admits she heard a voice telling her, she didn’t have time. However, that didn’t make sense because she
was only going to pick up a meal to go, and that way she did not have to stop
on the way back to the airport.
What
should have been a 15 minute order turned into 25 minutes. When she got back in the rental car, she
realized the time on the clock was actually 15 minutes behind the time on her
cell phone, which was accurate. She drove
past the rental car return entrance on the way back to the airport, which meant
she had to drive around the terminal again.
She was stopped at security because she forgot she had bottle water in
her carryon bag. And….
She
MISSED her flight.
If
only she had listened to the voice of guidance telling her, she did not have
time for that steak, perhaps she would have made that flight. Instead, she was stuck in the airport all
night. How
often do you use your G.P.S., or your Guidance Providing Suggestions? We all have an internal G.P.S. That voice that says, “do this,” or “get out
of bed early,” or “stay away from that.”
If
you pay close attention, like my friend, you will find yourself having a
conversation with that voice. The question
to ask is, are you fighting against guidance or flowing with?
Are
you making good use of your GPS?
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