I like to fly. I know some people don’t. But I like to fly.

The whole thing. Driving to the airport. Waiting for my flight. Sitting in those cramped seats for often three hours plus. I like to fly.

I know I’m going somewhere. And while I’m on my way, there is peace and quiet.

No interruptions. 

No cell phones. 

No voice messages. 

No kids. 

No nothing. 

I get to open my laptop and write. I find it very relaxing.

But when I’m heading home, I like to get home. I don’t want to deal with delays, traffic, or anything that will stand in my way of seeing my family even minutes later than I’m scheduled.

So last week, I’m flying home from Newark. Estimated departure is 5:35 p.m. I’m looking at the clock on my computer, and it says 6:05 p.m. Hmmm. Kind of weird. No one near the cockpit has announced a delay. I guess I’m not going to make the 6:15 p.m. bus back to Boulder. Kind of a bummer. The next one is an hour later.

As I look out the window, I go into a mild panic. It doesn’t look like Denver to me. And we’re about to touch down. I look at the guy next to me who shrugs his shoulders and pulls out his iPhone. “Pueblo,” he says. “We’ve landed in Pueblo.”

WTF?

Weather in Denver. DIA is closed. Funny, because it looks beautiful here. Passengers are freaking out. Yeah, they could have told us before we landed. But at least we’re in Pueblo, not Colorado Springs. Apparently there were twenty-eight planes diverted there. Imagine the line up after they’ve been given clearance to depart.

How long are we here? No one knows, but we’ll refuel while we can.

Going to miss the 7:15 p.m. bus back to Boulder. 

Ninety minutes later, we’re up in the air again. Oops. Maybe not for long.

Weather in Denver. DIA is closed again. We’re in a holding pattern, and if we can’t land in the next thirty minutes, we’ll have to head back to Pueblo to refuel.

Everyone’s grumpy. Connections are going to be missed. Or are they? DIA was closed, so no one could get in. But people are grumpy. Not me. I got on the phone with my dad and chatted it up. I hadn’t talked to him in awhile.

Going to miss the 8:15 p.m. bus back to Boulder.

But you know what? You’ve got to go with the flow. 

I caught the 9:20 bus. I was home by 10:40 p.m. And everyone was waiting for me. Life went on.

And now?

I’m sitting at DIA delayed ninety minutes so far for a flight to Dulles where I’m the speaker at an event that’s going to start before I get there.

They’ll wait.

Life goes on.

I’ve given you a simple reason why you need to relax and go with the flow. It just ain’t worth getting bothered over something you don’t have any control over. How do you deal with adapting to your circumstances? I’d love to hear from you, so please leave a comment below.

Hayley Hobson is an author, speaker, business coach, yogi, Pilates instructor, and holistic nutritional expert based in Boulder, CO. Her unique and intelligent style promotes strengthening while softening—empowering her clients to heal not only their physical bodies but their hearts and minds as well. To learn more about her nutritional courses, events, and custom programs, visit hayleyhobson.com or follow her on Facebook or Twitter.