GRRTFLs

It's 11 am. We're still stuck in Great Falls. The mechanics are all at a loss as to what could be the problem since they installed the new part. Beside is a shiny, newer looking motorhome that the owner has just come by to pick up. I am a cold pint of jealousy.

I woke up this morning at 5:47. I can't seem to sleep in at all. It's gotta be the bright dawn stirring me, despite my best efforts to block it out with drawing all the curtains and pulling the covers over my head. I listen to hear if my dad is awake yet. I hear the howling winds, my other nemisis. Wind means even if the motorhome got fixed today, my dad would be reluctant to drive for all the muscle it would take to keep the rig on the road.

When you are stuck in a place you don't want to be and you can't do anything to get out, it is incredibly frustrating. It may seem illogical at first, but the best way to deal is to simply accept the situation and force yourself to get comfortable with it. Then find gratitude for it. After trying for 45 minutes to fall back asleep, I realize the playful pun of this let down. My mom, dad and I are stuck in Great Falls but we are not gratefuls.

We need to find our graces. And they are there, like ladybugs sleeping in the grass. Probably some we won't see until we've traveled past this moment. I want to say that I can't wait to get to that point of revelation, but first I have to embrace this one, warts and all.

Even the ugliest things have something loveable about them if you look hard enough.