Confession: I woke up in CA this morning at 3:45 AM and took a long ride via Uber to the Oakland airport only to be told that I was AT THE WRONG AIRPORT. Not only was I at the wrong airport, they had zero flights available to get me home to Oregon. Raise your hand if you’ve done that before?
Friends, it was a moment of moments. All of my overwhelm, my sadness, all of it, just poured out. Big tears. Right there at the airport kiosk.
I surrendered. What else can you do?
I scrambled, rounded up another Uber and miraculously made it to the San Jose airport in time to catch my flight home.
Needless to say, I need REST. How about you? If you saw this sign today, what tab would you pull off?
Ps: feel free to download this and put up around your town ;). Click here.
Hi, I’m Kelly Rae Roberts! Before I picked up my first paintbrush at the age of 30, I was a medical social worker. I followed my whispers and started playing with paint, and everything changed.
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