I woke up at quarter of four this morning to get ready for a flight. I’m scheduled to speak at a marketing conference in Las Vegas.
I was humbled to be asked. Excited I could make it work, but nevertheless a little sad when it was time to go.
I love being out in the world. I love having time to myself (like a six-hour flight). And, I equally love being home with my husband and son.
Though, no matter how much I love all of these times, when each of them comes to an end (even temporarily), I start longing to stay a little longer.
Despite my longing, I kissed my goodbyes, grabbed my very small bags (I’ll be back early Thursday morning), and headed out. I never travel with cash, but for whatever reason felt compelled to pull up to the freestanding ATM around the corner from my house and withdraw just a few dollars.
When I got out of my car, I immediately noticed the tiny copper round catching the first rays of sunrise.
See a penny, pick it up, all day through you’ll have good luck.
It was even heads up.
It then occurred to me that I was lucky for the longing. For my meaningful connections – with the world, myself, and my family.
And for a moment all the longing and gratitude just made cents.