Last year, I was really unhappy with myself when I booked five consecutive days of work travel. I felt bored on my own for the most part and although I was eating decently well, I wasn’t really enjoying myself very much. I promised myself I’d never do that again, and then here we go, almost a year later, when I have literally done that to myself again, with travel to Orlando this Thursday-Friday, then Chicago Sunday through Tuesday, and finally a day trip out to the boondocks of New Jersey via Amtrak for Wednesday. That’s nearly six days of travel with only one day of a break in between.

I am not necessarily at the beck and call of customers now since I no longer work at a agency, but in these moments, I feel like my schedule has been taken over by someone else.