This is an everyday story that’s not "important" on the surface. But I'm sharing it for one very important reason: Life's big lessons often come to me in very subtle ways. I bet the same is true for you, spirited women.
The real story that follows is one of trusting (or not) my intuition. It’s about how my thoughts create my reality, and the how the energy of negativity and annoyance beget more of the same.
I was actually looking forward to my hotel stay on Monday night. It turns out that the hotel my client suggested was the same one in which I stayed three years ago with my two good friends and my precious pup Kairos, when we drove him across the country at seven weeks of age. When I think of that time and trip, my sweetest memory is snuggling with him that first night together, and getting up every two hours to ride the elevator downstairs to take him outside. Returning to that special place and remembering that special trip would be a small pleasure.
When I arrived in Dallas and retrieved my rental car, I asked Siri to route me to the Embassy Suites DFW airport. I could have looked up the address on the detailed itinerary Laura always provides - but I was unaware that there happened to be two of these hotels, one north of and one south of the Dallas/Ft. Worth airport, so I didn’t bother to check it. When Siri asked me to choose from a list of several, I quickly decided on the south location. Even though my choice was quick, I felt a strange incongruence, but the address looked right. In another century (the 1980's), I worked for the company that owned this property and I visited it frequently - so the address probably struck a chord on some level. At the same time, I lingered a second or two extra on the second location listed, as it brought a memory too - a fleeting but sweet one. Why hadn't I checked my itinerary?
My mistake was revealed when I tried to check in, and the clerk found no reservation. I briefly entertained leaving for the correct hotel, but the clerk grudgingly offered to change my reservation. The other hotel was 11 miles away and it was after 11 pm. I stayed put, though once again I felt a subtle yet clear "no." His haughty attitude was contagious. But why didn't I choose peace, even if it meant driving another 11 miles?
When I reached my room, it was obvious that this was not the hotel where Kairos, Suzanne, Barbara and I stayed. The decor was dark and dreary – reflective of the “other century” when it was in its heyday. More importantly, the AC was set on 65 - and was blowing - but hot. That should have been my third clue that I was in the wrong place, but now I was even more determined to settle in and get some sleep.