A few minutes to spare after packing but before leaving Amarillo, taking a long series of flights back to Northeastern Pennsylvania. It's been a mostly good week.
The bad? Well, let's call it "butter overdose". It happened Tuesday evening, with a dinner that consisted of far more butter than my system was capable of handling. That sort of thing has happened before, well many times before, and you would think that at my *advanced* age I would know better, but I am nothing if not consistent in my failure. The result was waking up very early on Wednesday and an hour of so of dry heaves. I survived.
The good? Two fold really:
- I can't compliment enough the folks I worked with this week. Exceptionally decent human beings.
- It felt to be "back in the saddle again".
To that second point, I've spent a good part of my professional life facilitating workshops/discussions/learning events...I don't like the word "training" (that's another blog entry for another time)...and it's something I haven't done in any significant way in over 9 months. This week felt, well, great. Being in a conference room, having audiences, reading faces, making mid-course changes, developing material on the fly, getting challenged on something I said, answering questions...it's all both exciting and oddly comforting for me. I imagine that this must be how a musician feels after they haven't been able to play in a while.
I'm heading home feeling accomplished.
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