Snowed Out

Sometimes getting from point A to point B doesn't go as smoothly as planned.

A couple days ago, after several hours at Palm Beach International airport, I snapped this picture in the 'rebooking' line where overwhelmed agents were trying to rebook travelers whose flights were cancelled due to the blizzard in the Northeast.

While a snow day in New York is usually very pretty and fun (while you usually can't make it to work, you somehow can make it to a cozy tavern to meet up with friends, your fellow pioneers in the snow), this snow day sounded a bit more extreme. Tales of people trapped in the subway for 8 hours (my personal idea of hell), sleeping at closed airports, and friends in that start and stop momentum who've been trying to leave the city since Sunday for New Years destinations in LA, Montreal and Miami. I keep seeing a video on the Weather Channel showing a snow plow crashing into an unfortunate SUV parked on the street right in Brooklyn Heights, and my neighbor Stacey has told me that Grace Court still isn't plowed yet.

Weather delays definitely causes some 'non yoga moments', as my friend Karen would say. The rebooking line didn't seem to hold a lot of people going with the flow, and accepting the inevitability of change, and that most things don't go according to plan. Thoughts of "life is a journey, not a destination" didn't seem to be top of mind when you're in line for multiple hours, with your fellow travelers who are frantically on phones, blackberries and ipads, changing plans, trying to figure out how to travel (or where to stay for several days) when there are no flights, cars or trains, and airports are closed.


I am now going to be closing out the year in South Florida, with an extended palm tree and sunshine pause while New York digs out. Unfortunately the little squad above has already left for Park City and the Bahamas, but I will have QT with my father and some other friends, while embracing the notion that in addition to the journey, life is also a wonderful adventure!