It's 10:00 am, on Monday, February 6th. And I'm sitting at the Cranbrook airport.
It's not very nice. The one restaurant that's here is closed, because the employees can't get to the airport due to how much snow has fallen here in the last 48 hours. It's crazy.
I had shows here on Friday & Saturday night, and after looking at the road reports and seeing how many roads out of town, through the mountains, had been closed, my girlfriend & I thought I'd be better off staying until Monday and flying out. My flight has been cancelled, and now I'm waiting to get on another plane, assuming it can get off the ground, in a couple hours.
But even through all this, I'm staying positive. I'm still doing what I want to do, and while it turned out to be a break even weekend, money wise, I got to do a couple 35+ minute sets, which I wouldn't have gotten back home. I met some really nice people, too. So, glass half full, right?
The alternative to being stranded at this airport would be to be on my forklift, back at my old warehouse job, dreaming about doing stand up and being miserable. The way I look at it, I have a funny story to tell now. I can chalk it all up to "paying my dues". And I think I made a decent payment this weekend.
A theory about life that I've come to embrace is that life isn't about what happens to you, it's about how you react to what happens. I could bitch and moan about being stuck at this lame airport, or I can write a blog, play a game on my laptop, and enjoy the fact that I'm on the road doing something I love. Life is good, even if it's buried under 3ft of snow.
All that said, I can't wait to get home.
Take it easy.