I tried to sleep on the plane. I read a book. I listened to ASCD BAM Radio Network. I watched my plane fly across the Atlantic on the flight status screen. Nothing satisfied my boredom.

When all else fails…write.

There is a certain comfort that comes from being lost in your own words, your own ponderings. There is a beauty that comes from being alone with your words. There is a sense of relief in getting your words on paper (or in this case a computer screen).

In this moment, in the anticipation of a journey, I choose to find refuge in my words.