Travel is

Travel is being flexible.

When the lines for security are long, when flights are late, no rental cars are available despite your reservation, or the upgrade fails to come through, you can't get upset. Well you can, but it usually won't end well.

You've seen the shouting matches, the resolute ticket agent and agitated passenger. It requires patience and it's a mind field.

I've never been patient, but traveling has taught me a few lessons.

While I began this blog as a daily thing, my nine-year-old grandson came to visit and between back-to-school shopping, work on copy due yesterday and some other challenges, I skipped two days. I was upset, I'm not now. And I loved being with my grandson.

I know the only schedule that's imnportant is to keep busy. Whether it is my work, my volunteer work or time with my kids -- whether it is going to the gym, spending time with friends or family or running household errands, I am driven to keep on going.

And I try to be flexible.

But the down side is this. You know what can happen, so it's always there.

For example I am scheduled to fly to New York City Wed. AM. A friend in New York with whom I'm having dinner Wed. night said "we've had a bad summer, lots of planes are late," so of course, that played on my mind. Now South Florida is in the cone for a tropical storm Wed. or Thurs.

I admit, I'm anxious. But, hey, I'm flexible.