Travel Changes You

The lobby of my New York hotel.

Hey y’all!

I’m back in my office, watching birds play in the leaves under the magnolia tree in my front yard. I woke up at 5:30, made coffee and oatmeal, and then went for a walk in my neighborhood. It’s like I never left.

But I did leave, and like everything that touches us, I was changed by it. I met folks that I had never known before but who left their mark. I saw things I had never seen before, ate food that was new to me, and learned some things about myself – including some things I don’t like.

Travel always hits me like that. When I come back, it’s brimming with ideas, plans, and hopes. Travel is always generative for me, and I’m glad I got the chance to do it again after so long a fallow time.

Because I was on the road so much this week, I only got one blog post up where I talk about the difference between comfort and safety.

I got home last night around supper time, and after supper, fell fast asleep and slept straight through. Today is a busy day – I had tried to hold it open, but after the water crisis in Jackson and then vacation and then being in New York and then Baltimore has killed literally every project I had open, and we won’t even speak of the dropped balls.

In other words, I have to go now and get to work. Y’all take care, and hopefully, next week, things will revert back to routine a bit more.

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