A lot of you know I get the opportunity to travel quite a bit. My travel happens so often from Phoenix on early Sunday mornings that the lady at Starbucks greets me with ' it's Sunday, you must be on your way home.'

Sometimes, especially when tired, my patience tends to drop. This past Sunday, after spending the weekend in L.A. for a speaking engagement and having a great time with Sam Puri and his family, I found myself on an early flight from LAX. Door to the airplane closes five minutes early and I, along with the rest of the passengers, figure we are on our way. More than an hour later, we wonder if we are ever going to leave. Someone plugged in some wrong figures about the cargo weight the plane was carrying, and it took quite awhile to find out what the problem was. That was when I decided to take the time a catch up some reading that I had brought along. Patience, patience.

Even though I arrived late in Atlanta, I had an hour between flights. I had only to go from A24 to A27. Not too bad. We boarded and arrived in Sarasota a little early. Now I try to always to carry on my luggage, but the last couple of times that I had checked baggage, because of Delta's Priority Handling, my bag had always come off within the first couple of bags. Well, after waiting until all the bags had gone around, I got the opportunity to file a missing baggage claim! Patience, patience. At least I was home and not on the road.

You know, we can't always control what happens to us. We can control how we deal with it. Lord knows, I am/have been dealing with many happenings recently. Patience is something I'm working on to deal with what is happening to me and around me. Sometimes I do well, sometimes I work on doing better. What about you?