Travel, again

And just like that, I’m traveling again. I travel(ed) a lot for work prior to the pandemic and I knew eventually I would be traveling again. And in my usual form, there is nothing gradual about what I do. I booked a personal trip from Los Angeles to New York and then to Houston, then Dallas and then home. First of all, what the heck was I thinking? When I say I was exhausted, I mean, wow, I thought, a year and half and I’m so out of practice. 🤪

But I made it. I was so grateful to see a close friend and her family. Grateful to stay at two amazing Hotel Zaza properties in Texas and see amazing artwork. Relish in new cities and new colleagues. And just be.

I’m not going to lie one bit, I was apprehensive. About all of it. I almost cancelled a week before just because I was letting my mind get the best of me. All nonsense of course, but I just sort of shook it off and decided it was time to get back on a plane and see people. And I’m glad to travel, again.

One thing is for sure, that I’m approaching everything with more gratitude. I remind myself that I have so much to be grateful for and I hope life doesn’t get so busy that I forget, again. Like Ferris Bueller said “Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while you could miss it. ” -Ferris Bueller’s Day Off