About 100 years ago, I was visiting a friend in Germany. After my bags were packed, goodbyes were said, hug given, I arrived at the airport only to find out that my plane didn’t leave until the next day. I got the dates wrong.

This weekend the reverse happened. I booked my flight for Pamukkale, Turkey for the wrong dates. When I called to try and rectify the situation, the difference in price was too great to justify for an overnight.

I swear I have some form of dyslexia because I find that when I look at numbers, many times, they move or transpose.  I am pretty sure it’s why I was terrified of math as a child. I have also done a bit of internet research and um, yeah. I think I just diagnosed myself!  However, over the years, I have adopted compensatory tricks and I manage it all pretty well.

When I realized I had booked the wrong dates for my overnight, I was sad (like drop your ice cream on the sidewalk sad) but not surprised. It is why I had a travel agent in Hong Kong. People thought it was crazy to pay extra, but it was worth it because I knew he would get it right.

As I was unpacking my bags at midnight, I realized that because I am supposed to be out of town, I am stealing time! No one knows I am home. I can do things that I am usually too busy or distracted to do! Today was the first day that I sat down at a coffee house by myself and just wrote. At times, I am so busy being busy that I forget to just enjoy. Which leads me to ask myself… am I just filling up days with stuff to do or am I doing stuff that is fulfilling?

This time stealing aspect of the weekend has created a no-pressure zone. Plus the weather is cold and blustery… perfect for a ghost! There have been a couple of things I want to research. I think a Turkish travel agent might just top the list!