Cavemen on acid

'We're sorry to announce that your flight has been delayed by 90 minutes.'

…Say Ryanair in a super handy email that pops up just as I sit down for coffee in departures.

I have two options right now:

1. Jump up from my chair, pull down my trousers and run around the terminal like a confused caveman on acid.

2. Take a moment's pause and see how this is the Universe's sly way of delivering me a gift no one can see.

With every fibre in my being, I resist number 1.

I choose 2, begrudgingly at first, like a reluctant protagonist in a movie about me.

Reflecting on choice two instantly eases my strained neck muscles.

Suddenly, life takes on a new colour.

I'm no longer finding evidence to support the truth of my lack of fortune.

I am looking for this gift.

And I usually find it.

In my case, I used this delay - immersed in the white noise of airport chaos - to plan out my next fiction story.

That's the power of perspective, of asking the right questions.

Most people choose confused caveman.

Their lives are up and down like a Ryanair flight in turbulence.

What's today's gift?

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