I was sitting on a plane last night, returning home to Dallas from DC. My mind was spinning from two days spent brainstorming with the great thinkers in my industry.
We wrestled with the big questions –
- What is going on?
- Where are things headed?
- When will “it” get better?
There’s nothing like 30,000 ft. thinking.
Yet somehow on this flight, when I’m literally at 30,000 ft., I’m not thinking about business.
The late evening flight is packed – every seat filled with quiet, tired travellers. The gentleman next to me snoozes fitfully, nodding and bobbing in his cramped seat.
And I sit, knowing I should be typing my notes or working on an upcoming presentation or finalizing a newsletter.
Yet I’m entranced by the puffy clouds floating below.
The moon winks at me, just beginning its nightly display.
We’re chasing the sunset back to Dallas and – for once – my mind is at rest and my heart is full.
