A missed connection changes the day before it changes the destination.

Missing a connection rarely changes where you end up, only how the hours in between feel. You still arrive, perhaps later, but the day turns into waiting, recalculating, standing under a board, ringing someone to move a plan. The loss is not the destination; it is the texture of the afternoon, which is harder to name and easier to underestimate. That is why small delays produce disproportionate frustration.

When a delay hits, decide what to do with the hours rather than only how to recover the schedule. A book, a proper meal, one phone call you keep postponing: the afternoon is what is actually in your hands.