Bliss is Possible

I've been trying to get on a plane for a short flight to D.C. since 5:30 this morning. Now it's 8:30 p.m. and I'm at my dining room table writing this and checking in occasionally to watch my next scheduled flight be postponed, and postponed again. It's probably dead but doesn't know it yet and I'll have to start over again tomorrow.

)ver the last fourteen hours I've gone through frustration, anger, regret, anxiety, at least two loooong transits through self-pity, more anger--but now I'm floating over the room. I'm lighter than a baby's hand. I can barely reach the keyboard and when I do my fingers blur on impact. I am no longer a corporeal being! My senses are deranged and I'm full of bliss.

Thank you, United Airlines, thank you!