I have officially run myself ragged on travel for 2018. A last-minute weekend in Parisfollowed by immediately hopping on a plane to San Francisco 12 hours later to give a talk at a conference–this is the calendar straw that finally broke me.
I realize it's a glamorous ending.
But regardless, here I lie, sprawled out in the Virgin Atlantic terminal at SFO, writing to you a broken woman.
*whimpers into my peppermint tea*