If It Matters, You’ll Find a Way
This post was written entirely in the air between Seattle and Anchorage the other day.
It was a bad travel hacking morning. For some reason I was assigned a middle seat in peasant class—the torture chamber of the modern traveler. Alas.
I squeezed into 6B and unloaded my stuff. MacBook, notebook, magazine, iPad, book manuscript, cinnamon twist. I tried to arrange things as best as possible, without sitting on the MacBook or the crucial cinnamon twist.
I felt sorry for myself for a moment. And then I realized the obvious: am I going to complain, or am I going to get to work?Read More