Nothing like a timely reminder....

...that you travel far too much.

My buddy Fred sent me this link this morning.  Interesting apropos link early in the sunrise over the the Milpitas foothills.

My friend and I were speculating that one of the things that may have "got" Frost was his extraordinary travel schedule.  And indeed a couple of days ago, sitting in my hotel room, I watched a documentary on the National Geographer photographer Joe Satore, in which the costs of constant travel were explored.  There was a particularly poignant scene in which National Geographer photographers talked about returning home after long trips to discover that their spouses now talked about "my house" (not "our") and even "my kids."

And I sat there thinking, how can we commit so many people to a life of constant travel and have so little idea of the precise costs or the best remedies?  I mean, what is wrong with us?  Where is the self-help book called "life on the road: how to survive and prosper."  We have (I'm guessing) a book called, The Corgi Manual: how to breed the best and the brightest.  Many of our best and brightest spend most of their lives at 31,000 feet.  How is it that life on the road remains an undiscovered continent?

Continue reading the blog (Grant McCracken) that I shamelessly quoted from above here.