I recently traveled for vacation with my 8 year old son meeting my hubby in Minneapolis. A short time before our flight boarded, the flight was canceled. No crew. We thankfully made it to the TOP of the list for the next flight to fly standby. When we agreed to fly standby, the airline rep told us, our bag would be going on this flight whether we made it or not. FAMOUS last words. We made it. Our bag did not. And I was reminded of the only other time my luggage was “delayed” and the difference inside ME today.
Just over fifteen years ago, PM (pre-Marc), I took a trip to Aruba with one of my besties. One of the things I LOVE about my bestie, she is laid back, go with the flow, creates fun and lives in the moment. Well, at the time, I thought I was like this too. And I was to a degree, yet inside me I was still a work in progress as we all are. I remember sharing with my friend about all the recent big changes and belief shifts in my life. You know, like, I meditated. At the time I had an inconsistently consistent mindful practice and while I received benefit from my inconsistent practice, some of what spurred me to share was about being “on trend”. I engaged in intuitive energy healing. My intuition sharp and clear while in TRUTH, my trust of myself was spotty. I was more patient, more calm. True. And I loved myself. YES. Yet, I still felt unsatisfied in areas of my life. Okay, I did NOT admit to myself let alone anyone else about any incomplete feelings. I believed it was my outer stuff: my hair, my clothes, my body, my job, my finances were still the root cause to my life dissatisfaction. I mean I did the work, I loved myself. So it couldn’t be that. But my love for me wasn’t full body, mind, heart, soul and psyche, feeling amazing inside love consistently. So the thought that my STUFF: hair dryer, makeup, the “perfect bathing suit” and comfy great looking on me clothes would be missing caused me great anguish which spread from my psyche to my experience quickly. Body stuff had been “getting me” on some level since I was a kid and developed early.
As a recovering bulimic, I was so NOT COMFORTABLE with the idea of having to find something to wear with limited choices. My fears of finding “clothes I looked cute in” outweighed fun.
I kept it inside and attempted to “go with the flow”. It didn’t work at all. My friend went out and I stayed in the room trying to get information from the airline on where my bag was and when I could expect it. I had looked forward to this trip for weeks and I was spending it chaining myself in the room. I figured once I knew when I’d have my stuff, I’d be able to have fun (interpret as allow myself to have fun).
That evening I left the room to go to dinner. My bestie made a comment about how for all my sharing about my life shifts, my behavior didn’t match up. Wow, did that hurt. That is what I love about my friend. She didn’t say it to hurt. She said it quite compassionately. It hurt because it was TRUE. And I loved myself enough to recognize the outer turmoil I experienced because of my lack of deeper self love.
I did go out after that and uncomfortably purchased: a dress, shorts and t-shirts, underwear and a bathing suit. I made do for our time there as my luggage never showed up. And I had fun, yet I lost a day and half of enjoying Aruba due to not fully loving myself on a fuller body, mind, heart, soul and psyche level. And believe me, I’d done ALOT of work on liking and loving myself. Therapy, books, classes, etc. I was feeling better than ever about myself. My lack of self love at a deeper level propelled me to give in to fear. Fear about how I looked, fear about how I would fit in on the trip, fear about the money I spent on necessities being reimbursed and more. This experience showed me I still had healing work to do and it was time to level up. Learning to love me was not a one and done experience.
Apparently my luggage was partying in Mexico and arrived a bit hung over at my house about 3 hours after I arrived home from Aruba. Then the specialty vacation airline gave me a hard time about reimbursement at a time when my finances were more limited. Really? I was on an island. I had limited choices and certainly didn’t spend thousands. This was one of my fears come to life about purchasing necessities. I was still dealing with this weeks later when I met the love of my life, Marc, my husband. It did all work out. But I digress…
So back to the present story. We arrived in Minneapolis just after 3pm, much later than the 10am we were expected. Truly happy to be there. Found my hubs in baggage claim. He told us the luggage had not arrived. I thought he was kidding. That is so his sense of humor. He wasn’t kidding. And immediately my Aruba experience flashed back. Not out of fear at all. I actually laughed aloud when I thought of it. That is no longer my story. That is not who I am. I love me so many levels deeper than my time in Aruba. It was just STUFF. Sure, it would be a pain to have to replace it if my luggage didn’t show, but chances are it would arrive at some point. And then my WHY for being in Minneapolis spoke up. I am here with my family to enjoy quality time together. We will buy clothes if we need to and we will figure it out. Regardless, we will have fun and enjoy this adventure even if it is in the same stinky clothing. So, we filed our claim with the airline and went on our way.
Before bed wearing one of Marc’s t-shirts, we checked and still no status on where our luggage was. OK. The next morning we got up did what my sister calls a “CWBath” (the genitals, the face and the pits) and left the hotel. First stop coffee at Starbucks. 2nd stop Marshall’s for a few essentials to change our clothes.
Arrived back at the hotel, changed clothes and checked the luggage tracker. Good news. Luggage found, placed on 8am flight out of Charlotte arriving in Minneapolis by 10am. Then it takes up to 12 hours for delivery. I shrugged and we moved on with the adventure of the day not giving luggage another thought. Fortunately it was warmish and my FIT FLOPS, which I wore on the flight, were comfy for walking. We walked all over downtown exploring.
We had a blast making memories and laughing all day and decided to grab takeout and head back to our room for a late supper. Just as we sat down to eat (about 915pm), the phone rang and YES, our luggage had arrived. We looked at each other and laughed saying “we’ll get that after we eat”. No rush. I didn’t even unpack til the next morning.
I was thrilled at my shift and the freedom I could so clearly see and feel. The difference today is I know the outer shit doesn’t matter. Not the clothes, not the finances, not anything. And not because anyone else says it doesn’t matter, but because I truly believe it. Why doesn’t it matter? Because I am in love with myself . My feeling of wholeness is so complete, I could simply be in the moment. When dissatisfaction or diminished enjoyment impact any area of your life, the very first thing you must learn how to do is love yourself. Not the BLAH BLAH love yourself. The whole body, mind, heart, soul and psyche feeling amazing on the inside kind of love yourself. This is the key to greater happiness, greater success and greater satisfaction in life. That is the journey of this great adventure we call life. Only one other person I know could appreciate this beautiful story, I called my bestie and gave her a great chuckle. And the rest is history.
BIG LOVE and GRATITUDE,