No football fan (leave that to Pop!), I'm hardly conversant with the lingo. The only familiar term is the "Hail Mary Pass," that last-ditch move made in desperation. In the travel context, I sometimes think I must have invented the term.
Just a sprinkling of "Hail Mary Passes" over solo-traveling days:
* Moved home, company, and cats from Singapore to Hong Kong on USD125. Landed home in Singapore late one night, heard "Sorry-lah, cannot" for the gazillionth time, and decided that was more than enough. Landed in Hong Kong a week later, and flew courier to do it. The trio of kitty-babies did just fine. As for me, I love the place.
* How did I ever land in Asia to begin with? Sorta-boyfriend rang at 3:25 a.m. California time, said, "I might have found you a job, get your passport." Thought I was going to Bali, and wound up in the jungles of Borneo. Turned out all right in the end, and even glad to get rid of the bf, ultimately.
* En route to a conference in Montreal, realized there was nowhere near enough money for hotels and all. Made a left turn on the interstate, and wound up in Buffalo. Great summer!
So, with varying degrees of ultimate success, every Hail Mary Pass has worked out in the end. Maybe a little anxiety involved, but the worst part has always been just letting it fly.
Once more, a Hail Mary Pass launches Saturday. I'll let you know how it goes.
When do you throw a Hail Mary Pass? Whenever you're at your wits end. When all other options seem to have evaporated. When you're well and truly stuck. Whenever you want to. Put it out into the ethers that "this has to work!" Ask your angels to protect you. Grab your things and go!
Just guessing, but successfully completed Hail Mary Passes just might have a better average on the road than on the football field. At least, that's how it has worked so far. So, just let it fly, trust your luck and your angels, dash like mad to the end of the field, and catch your own football.
Let me know how your Hail Mary Passes go!
May your road rise to meet you - and your Hail Mary Passes get you to your end zone.
Ann
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