It’s quite a question, isn’t it?
Today I’m traveling for work. 3 hours of flying, headed to the Rockies; landing, luggage and a 45 min jaunt to the hotel, possibly in time for a quick nap, time to touch up the curls, the lipstick and -BAM – our conference starts. Time to be on my toes. To be sharp. To engage.
But that’s not why I like it.
I like it for the humanity.
Starting at the airport, I like to see who ends up next to me on the plane.
Will they be a talker? A worrier? An ignore-er?
Will I read my book? Think? Write blog posts in my head?
Will there be delays?
People who are ticked off? People on holiday?
People who are sick? Sad? Lonely? Joyful? What?
I also consider what I’ll learn.
What I’ll come home with.
Who I’ll meet.
I like to see who does what.
I like to listen .. to the presentations, yes, but also to the conversations at breaks, dinner and over cocktails.
I want to see how my team’s coming together. How we feel, how they’re doing.
But mostly, mostly I go away … just so I can come back.
“Why do you go away?
So that you can come back.
So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors.
And the people there see you differently, too.
Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.”
― Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full of Sky