Every time I read an old blog post I wish I blogged more. Does everyone love reading their own writing? I have no idea, but I sure do. I’m not even sure what exactly I like about it…I like being reminded of things that happened with the kids, but I also like reading content that’s not about the kids, even the most mundane things are interesting to me. Maybe because they happened to me?
Ironically, I also hate writing (and reading) blog posts about blogging, which is what I’m doing right now, but I’m here because I’ve decided to that I’ve just got to do it. Just blog. Just make it happen. It doesn’t have to be every day, or even every week. I just want to get to back to a state where I can accurately say “I blog” (not to be confused with “I have a blog”).
So, to prevent this post from being entirely about blogging, and to start the ball rolling, I’ll dive right in.
I’m sitting in a hotel room in Toronto (third time I’ve been in this particular hotel in the past three months) waiting to Skype with the kids. I’ve been doing about a week’s travel for December, January and February, and I’m thoroughly enjoying it. I’ve enjoyed the work, I’ve enjoyed the break from “home duties”, and I enjoy Toronto. Not that I’ve seen that much of it — I take the subway to work which involves me being outside for about two blocks. But I have walked around downtown a bit.
A week seems like the perfect amount of time to be away (for me…Greg may say something different). I typically have been leaving on Sunday and coming back Friday, and compared to the 16-day trips to Saudi, this is a cake walk. I miss my family, but just in that “it’ll be really nice to see them and hug them” way, not in the “oh my god I’m on the other side of the world and I feel so disconnected” way.
The other thing I’ve noticed is the more I fly, the less nervous I get (which statistically doesn’t make sense, because the more I fly the more chance I have of crashing). Sure, if I sit there on the plane thinking about how much distance is between me and the ground, I can work myself up a bit, but I can also easily distract myself. So really it becomes almost an enjoyable activity, especially if I have a good book or I can find a good movie.
This trip is likely the last one for a while, but I’m hoping I can still go away periodically. It makes for a nice change from being in the office.
Now I’m off to Skype with the kids…and tomorrow night I can give them that hug.