I was ready.
Bag packed. Boarding pass in hand.
Focused. Fought my way to this point — not just to this airport, but to this version of myself.
The one that shows up. The one that doesn’t quit.

And then…
Delay.

Two hours. Just like that.

It’s funny how life echoes itself — not just in airports, but in everything.
How often have I felt this?

“Not yet.”

Not yet healed.
Not yet whole.
Not yet loved the way I give love.
Not yet there — wherever there is.

It’s one thing to be lost. It’s another thing to know exactly where you’re going and still be told to wait.

And that’s what stings.

If Not Now, When?

Life does this, doesn’t it?

Right when we’re ready to move — to change, to heal, to go — it says,
“Not yet.”

And you sit with it.
With the weight.
With your progress and your pain… stuck between gates.

I’m a great believer in “it’s only time,” in certain situations – waiting rooms, meetings, jail etc.

In others though when I can’t centre myself, like courtrooms, holding cells where I can’t smoke, my mind races and spirals and crumbles.

Manchester Airport didn’t bother me at all. #ManchesterAirportSmokingArea4DaWin (remind me to never say anything like this ever again, mans 32 he no longer gets away with saying # and I also have never used X (Formerly Known As Twitter, I think that’s the full title these still) or insta or anything so, man doesn’t even know why he says it, anyway I digress.)

It’s never ever actually about the time itself, It’s what we do with it.

The delay which is yes for some with places to be, a nightmare, but for me, I just need to be OK with where I am, and I guess stop trying to always be places.

I am back writing again as you can see, I park, smoke a jay sometimes, take a picture and let it flow.

Yesterday in the smoking area I drafted this. I came home now I’m sitting in my car writing again. And the delay gave me something to write about #FreeContent (OK they are still kinda cool)

Maybe the delay isn’t punishment. Maybe it’s prep.
Maybe this isn’t lost time — it’s a sharpened pause.
A call to breathe, before the next chapter hits at full speed.

Every Day Gives Us 24 Hours To Be What We Choose To Be!

They said the delay wasn’t long enough to qualify for compensation.
Missed it by ten minutes.
Which is kinda poetic, really.
Because that’s how life feels sometimes — like I’ve done everything right, showed up, waited patiently…
and still don’t get the reward.

But maybe the real payout isn’t £6 and a voucher.
Maybe it’s this moment.
Sitting still. Owning the silence. And knowing this delay doesn’t define me — it just sharpens the why behind where I’m going.

I still get the days everyday where I feel like I could not.

which is why I go out to write, because I like to drive, I like to be places and it changes my surroundings.

Every little change we make to do something, to be something, to build something, is a shift.

And if we make a shift, the universe has no choice but to respond, it’s the butterfly effect in real time.

Last night, one flight came in late which meant those people were late, say what roughly 100 give or take?

Not only that though, it put the pilot and 3 crew members over their allowed working hours.

This meant that 4 members of staff had to be called out of their homes to come in and do our flight, causing the delay and affecting another roughly 85 passengers.

We could go further if we account for their jobs, families etc etc etc.

My point is though regardless of the reaction it’s something we can adapt to, use, overcome and even perhaps become successful from. (Say’s the man literally using his pain and life for content.)

Every time we make a choice it shapes who we are for better or for worse.
We can decide to get where we are going, or give up when it gets hard.

There are those that see road blocks, mountains. – Some climb them, or die trying. Some go around them, or over them. And some say, to hell with it, blow a hole through it and build a road and we can take everyone with us!

The last one, that’s always been me. Who I choose to be.

So if today is your mountain?… Lets get dynamite… We are building roads together!

Don’t give up, I see you, I know you as you are, there’s no sin that the Lord doesn’t forgive, it’s not who you were, it’s who you choose to be!