Listen to the Little Voice

After sitting in the airport for three hours, my flight long overdue, I finally decided it was time to pee. But first there was the long process of gathering up all my cords and screens and beep-boop devices. At home I had packed my bag with a careful plan but now I was struggling to make it all fit. Exhausting as it was I managed to force the zipper closed and trotted off to the loo.

And then there was this little voice asking me “why didn’t you look around your seat after you got up?” I ignored that voice to deal with a more pressing matter.

When I got back there was someone new in my seat. I almost found a new area to relax but I decided to sit across from him. And then I spied my ID card sitting on the floor directly beneath him. He was surprisingly calm as I dove toward his feet!

I have five more flights on this trip but without that card this probably would have been my last. I don’t know if I knew I had dropped something when that little question popped up, or if it’s just that it’s never a bad idea to have a look around. But I have definitely ignored that little voice before and regretted it. Maybe I can take a beat the next time I hear it.