On Monday night I took the red-eye from San Francisco to New York, allowing me just enough time to go home, drop off my bags and pull my arse into the office.
The red-eye is one of the ideas that sounds great in theory, but nearly impossible to execute without feeling sluggish and disoriented the next day.
Still, I am not complaining. I realize that I’m damn lucky.
I’ve witnessed close friends battled long stints of unemployment, and myself fell briefly into the freelance abyss. It’s not fun, and as a single mom it’s a concern.
Today, after a long week of work and travel, I push my fatigue aside and thank God I have a job.