The 6th Hour...

As you can tell, it's been some time since I've written anything on here. And when I say "you" I have no idea if there actually is a "you." Who reads this blog still?

With that said- what should I write about? Not too sure... I'm stuck in the Toronto airport at this present moment. I'm on my way to Michigan to meet my godson and hang with Johanna (the mama) but this has been a big ol' wrench in my plans. Landed here at 6:00 am and was supposed to be on an 8:00 am flight out to Grand Rapids, but that flight was canceled due to a seemingly invisible snowstorm. The next flight to Grand Rapids is at 4:25 pm. LAME. So I have the privilege of 10 hours in the Toronto airport. I was not a happy little traveler this morning.

So what have I done to kill time? Well... the first thing I did was find out what happened with my flight and tried to sort that out... called Johanna... indulged at Tim Horton's... wrote some emails... chatted with the lady cleaning the bathroom...sorted out where my checked bag ended up... checked in for my next flight 7 hours early much to the surprise of the agents (the pre-security part of the airport is BORING)... went through customs... and found a fairly deserted gate at the far end of the airport with a carpeted floor to sleep on... chatted with a security guard who was wondering why I was hanging around gate 191 when there was nothing going on here... that kind of stuff. So far I've killed 6 hours of 10. It's just after 12 noon here. Not too shabby.

It's nice to get away from Vancouver for a bit. To see some snow and smell that wonderful aroma of winter air.

But no matter how far away you travel, you can't get a break from your mind. It seems my mind is always going these days. All those blog posts I wrote about love and joy and thankfulness and change... I have to keep going back to that stuff. I've found that it is very easy to KNOW something in your head... to KNOW what you need to change about yourself and your thinking but to make it part of your behaviour and habits and worldview and perspective... to actually CARRY OUT what you know is really really hard at times.

I make mistakes. All the time. And I hate making mistakes. I guess I need to learn how to forgive myself. I hope other people are forgiving me too...

So that's rather obscure, yet specific at the same time. Ha. Anyway, I think that's all I'm gonna write for now.

Here's a picture of me at the Toronto airport... waiting...