Know how yesterday I was writing about things not going as planned? Let me tell you a story about today. I woke up this morning, after about five hours of sleep, and was feeling a little out of sorts. Maybe leaving Montana had me down? Maybe the fact that I drove almost 1400 miles in three days, surviving mostly on water and caffeine had me feeling sluggish? Anyway, after loading the car I realized that I didn’t know where my debit card had gone. The last time I used it was outside Missoula at a gas station. Long story short, I ended up locking myself out of my running car, in the hotel parking lot. I went back inside and called a locksmith. He showed up about 30 minutes later, and then realized he didn’t have the right tools. ” I’ll be right back” he said. ” I only live right down the street ” he said. I went back inside again, to wait. After about 35 minutes the front desk informed me that the locksmith had called to tell me his truck had broken down on the way home and that he’d be back, but it wouldn’t be right away. At this point I starting thinking negatively about my morning, my day and even my whole trip to the point that I was ready to just head home. But then, the locksmith showed back up, got into my car while we had a funny conversation about what I had been doing in Montana and why I didn’t have a man with me. After giving me some good “fatherly ” man advice, he sent me on my way and only charged me 20 bucks! I ended up having a great afternoon and I am so glad I didn’t let that setback ruin my day. I am reminded how important it is to not let the bad mornings, the bad days, bad weeks, or bad events in our lives define us, but rather push us to be better, more creative, more loving and more joyful. We only have one life to live kids, let’s make this motherfucker count. ❤Also, this place was a great ending to my trip.