Quiet before the Storm

I sit here quietly in the Admirals Club in San Jose. With almost five hours stretching ahead of me, and with very few items from my “list” than can be accomplished from here. It is a strange feeling to know that there’s nothing pressing, and I can take my time organizing various things at a slow and steady pace. Once the wheels touch down in Atlanta after my red-eye from LAX, I’m afraid it is going to be nonstop anxiety and mayhem. Is there any way to bring the peace and quiet of this moment into the moments that will make up the rest of my week?

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