We took a cab for a trip usually done on foot or by bus. It was raining, and we were tired, so it seemed like the best idea. Until I realized that it's harder to get a cab in the rain. Until I realized that it's harder for a cab to get anywhere in the rain.
Before I knew it, our short cab ride, from which we jumped out before
our destination, had turned into an expensive (well, at least for ten
blocks) trip, during most of which I groaned and fidgeted and drove my
As we got out, walking the last few blocks in the rain, my kids were
quick to say, "It's okay. It happens," to which my (silent) reaction in
the moment was "Would you think it was okay if it were your money?" But
as I calmed down a bit in the rainy fresh air, I realized that perhaps
they were right. Things do happen, and not always the way we'd like them
to. Money has to be spent, not always in the way we'd choose. Time has to be
squandered, not always in the ways that make us feel satisfied. Things
don't always turn out the way we'd like. And we survive. We get a little
wet, when we thought we'd be dry. We take a little longer, when we
thought things would be quick. We spend hard-earned funds on things
other than must-pay bills and ice cream sundaes. And we move on.
I made a mistake (or at least it felt that way), and then we moved on.
Next time, maybe I'll choose differently--or not. And either way, then,
as now, I guess we'll just move on...