Misty Bruckner
Sometimes things just don’t work out like you thought they would.
Two weeks ago, my family and I planned to spend a week in Florida with sun, sand, and simplicity. Our flights were booked, our bags were packed, and we jetted off to… nowhere.
Everything fell apart. Our flights were cancelled not once, not twice, but yes, three times. On the third attempt you have to believe the universe is telling you to stay the heck home. And that’s when I realized: sometimes you just have to make the call that expectations and reality are not going to come together. Our refund was given, our bags were unpacked, and our expectations were blown. So instead...
