***We’ll See…

There is a Taoist story of an old farmer who had worked his crops for many years. One day his horse ran away. Upon hearing the news, his neighbors came to visit.

“We’ll see” said the farmer.

Today I had my own experience of that Zen master story. I was flying from Los Angeles home to Denver. My flight was scheduled to leave LAX @ 5:30pm. Having completed what I needed to be done at noon, I decided to attempt to book an earlier flight.

I logged on to the Frontier website, and decided to check in and print my boarding pass while online. I then called Frontier, as they had an earlier flight leaving LAX at 3:10pm. They had plenty of space still available. Good news.

Then the agent told me that because I had checked in online she was unable to change my reservation. Bad news.

She went on to say that I could drive to the airport and do it there. Good news.

Traffic was heavy and what could have been a quick shot to the airport now looked like a daunting task. It looked like I would miss the earlier flight. Bad news.

Then the traffic broke and I was able to sail at 65 mph the rest of the way to the airport! Very good news. At this point, recognizing the ups and downs of this situation and my judgment and attachment to it, I could hear the Zen master in my head laughing, saying, “We’ll see”.

I stopped for fuel, only to find the credit card machine was broken. Spent my last twenty dollars cash on gas for the rental car.

I made great time on the freeway and now knew I’d make the 3:10pm flight.

I returned the car and took the shuttle to the terminal. The line was incredibly long. I stood in the same spot for 30 minutes and doubted if I would make the 3:10pm flight. Bad news. (or was it?)

After about 40 minutes the desk agent came and told us that due to weather in another area, our connecting plane was very late and the 3:10pm flight was delayed at least 8 hours, if it went out at all. I now might not leave LA until the next day. Very bad news. My inner Zen master was chuckling.

When I finally got to the counter the agent told me I was still confirmed on the 5:30pm flight which was leaving on time. Good news! “We’ll see” was still playing in my head.

The airport was already busy with pre-Thanksgiving holiday travelers who were anxious to get to his or her destination. The plane was oversold and every seat was packed. I was assigned to seat 23F - the most uncomfortable seat - the window seat in the very last row, which doesn’t recline.

I got a message from my husband that he was flying in early the next day at 9 am. I decided to take the shuttle home so that I could leave the car there for him in the morning. I knew he’d like having the car there when he arrived and it would save me about 3 hours on the road. Good decision?

I raced to the shuttle bus, which comes once an hour, only to realize I was $0.20 short on cash for the $11 cash only fare! Inner Zen master was now laughing.

A kind couple gave me a quarter and I got on the bus.

I was so grateful to be going home, then I realized that the remote to get in the house was in the car parked at the airport. Bad news.

At that point I laughed out loud. Writing this blog in my head, I figured that in the worst case I could always crawl through the doggie door into our home if I had to. It was below freezing and I was only wearing a light sweater, but I just wasn’t going to worry about it.

Looking back over the day, I smiled at how the day unfolded. Once I realized the parallel to the Zen master story I experienced the drama with amusement and with no attachment to the outcome. Things seemed good or bad, when they were neither- they just were. By taking the later flight, I got home earlier. My catching the bus meant I left without the house keys. What seemed to be good wasn’t. What seemed to be bad wasn’t. They just were.

So many times in the past this experience would have made me crazy. I’m not sure why today was so easy. I had to write this blog for me - as a reminder to read on days when I am attached to the outcome of whatever I’m doing, When I’m able to catch myself in the moment, appreciate life for what it is, without the expectations of what I think it should be, life is so much sweeter.

Will it be good news or bad news? It will be what it will be and my expectation or judgment of the situation doesn’t change anything except the level of my stress. And even if we have to go through the doggie door, life is still beautiful.

Good news? Bad news? We’ll see.