I Want To Go Back To Bed!

I’m tired this morning. Maybe weary is a better term. You know, sort of flat an uninspired.

Not surprising, really. I always underestimate how much traveling takes out of me. But two cross-country airplane trips, a missed connection resulting in an unexpected night in Cleveland, Ohio, a nice but strange bed in a charming but unfamiliar old house at my destination. Plus meeting, in this case, literally a couple of hundred folks, including the client.

I don’t know about you, but on a trip like that I don’t sleep well. I’m always “on” and there’s little or no down or alone time. For someone like me, who lives with a cat and is used to being alone most of the time, 5 days on the road as it were drains me. For three or four days when I get back I feel almost as if my soul is stuck out there trying to find me.

Don’t get me wrong. It was a great trip. The client is a jewel and I had a blast, but I wish I could take what a friend calls a “pajama day.” I can’t, not today.

But I can structure my day for a long nap and maybe a short walk. Breathing always helps. I’ll cut my to do list to the bone and carve out some recovery space… today, tomorrow and over the weekend.

The good life is often a matter of pacing.

Write well and often,

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