Signs to turn back?

It's 10:15 the night before my flight to Auckland and looking back on the events that have occurred in the past 48 hours makes me seriously question my decisions to proceed with this journey. Why? Well...

1. A Qantas plane engine blew up mid flight, and another plane was grounded after having technical problems. Strike one.

2. Yesterday, after festering all day in a cesspool of high tensions at my home, I decided to go for a nice jog around my neighborhood. I took my iPhone with me, as this is the device I have put all of my important information and music on and was planning on taking with me to New Zealand. Well, tunes jamming, fists pumpin, and adrenalin fucking flowing, I round a corner on the sidewalk and SPLAT. Mis-step in a hole, roll my fuckin ankle parallel to the pavement and tumble in a bloody heap on the side of the road. And what is in my hand as I try to break my fall? My iPhone. And what shatters in 6 million different pieces? My iPhone. So, I limp my sorry bloody ass home and assess the damage. iPhone clearly un-useable; ankle (now a kankle) has already reached sausage foot status. Strike 2.

3. Today, we drove to New York to visit relatives before I leave, and it was convenient because I also happen to be flying out of JFK airport. All is going wonderfully today, sausage foot had subsided, and I go to check in on my flight tomorrow online via the Qantas website. And what flashes up on my screen when enter my booking reference? FLIGHT CANCELLED. What. The. Fuck. So after an hour long hold on the phone with Qantas, I am booked on a flight on another airline that leaves out of JFK at 11:55 am. Which is all fine, until I realized that the NYC marathon is tomorrow. Meaning roads near the city will be shut down. And that my flight to Auckland doesn't leave LAX until 11:30 pm. Meaning I have a 9 hour layover in the shittiest airport in the country (perhaps world). Strike 3.

But, the show is going to go on. Blown up engines, sausage feet, smashed iPhones, and cancelled flights are not going to stop me from undertaking this journey. I've been waiting too damn long to let these minor roadblocks stop me- I just hope they weren't signs that were attempting to keep me from something going terribly, terribly wrong. Well f*ck you signs; The next time you hear from me, I'll be in the south pacific.