Logan Airport
“Flight 219 headed to Detroit will begin boarding in fifteen minutes.”
Meredith sat back in her chair. A young mother traveling with her son was asking the counter agent for an update on their seats. Her concerned tone made Meredith thankful to have her boarding pass in hand. Re-routing through Detroit would add a few extra hours to her day, but at least she’d spend tonight in her own home. Never had her own bed and her own pillow sounded so inviting.
Meredith’s seat was toward the very front of the plane, meaning that she’d be one of the last called on to board. She decided to use that extra time efficiently. It was all fine and good to wallow in self-pity for short bursts of time, but then she had to be proactive. Proactive and positive.
She pulled out one of the notebo
