I never understand when people complain about work travel, because hotels are so enjoyable to me. Like I get wanting to stay home because you’ve got things going on there that make you happy. But if you have to be away, why not go to a magical place that has none of your stuff. What color will the walls be? What will be the pattern on the bedspread? What will it smell like?
All of these answers will be surprises, and none of them will be unpleasant. You were consulted on none of this. It’s all new. I love it.
YES. Even just waiting for my flight, there’s this pleasant mix of tension and purpose. And I’m not relaxed, per se, but it’s one of the few times in my life when I don’t have a nagging feeling that there’s something else I should be doing.
I’ve just got everything I need, and I’m waiting for something amazing. It’s perfect.