If airports tracked emotional departures, some of us would have Platinum Status.
"Where was the last place she flew?"
Me. Right off the freaking handle.
And judging by today's level of nonsense? Boarding has already started for the next flight.
Let's be honest—everyone has a breaking point. Some people meditate. Some count to ten. Some sip herbal tea while whispering affirmations.
And then there are the rest of us...
We smile politely through the first inconvenience.
We survive the second.
We ignore the third.
Then someone asks, "Are you sure that's where you parked?" or sends a "per my last email," and suddenly we're mentally packing snacks for an all-inclusive vacation to Lose My Ever-Loving Mind Island.
The funny thing is, people always seem shocked.
"Wow... that escalated quickly."
Did it though?
Or have I been collecting tiny annoyances like they're Pokémon cards while everyone else ignored the obvious warning signs?
Here's the helpful reminder hiding underneath the sarcasm: exploding isn't usually about one thing. It's about a thousand tiny frustrations piling up until your emotional storage closet looks like one more hanger away from becoming a crime scene.
So maybe...
- Take the break before the meltdown.
- Say "no" before resentment starts writing your speeches.
- Eat the snack.
- Drink the water.
- Take the nap.
- And remember that protecting your peace is a lot cheaper than replacing everything you almost threw across the room.
That said...
Some days the universe wakes up, chooses chaos, and personally volunteers as tribute.
If that's today, just know you're not alone.
May your coffee be stronger than people's opinions, your patience last at least until lunch, and your next emotional flight be delayed indefinitely.
But if someone tests you one more time...
Well...
There's another departure scheduled, and the gate is now boarding.
Safe travels. 😏✈️
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