A quick note ...
In a few minutes, I will be packing my bags for a four-day stay in New York City. This involves a cross-country flight, major time zone shifts, and extreme disruptions in sleep and circadian rhythms.
It’s been at least two years since I’ve traveled cross-country. I used to do a lot more of it, but I cut back in a major way about six years ago when I realized I was pressing my luck. The final straw was a missed connection that found me in Las Vegas airport at the end of my tether at two in the morning, my brain completely fried from a strenuous east coast tour.
I was within one misfired synapse of flipping out at the airport. Seriously, this would not have been a happy ending for an author promoting his “Living Well with Depression and Bipolar Disorder.”
This trip promises to be a lot different. The love of my life and I will be celebrating two birthdays together. We could have stayed in San Diego and bought each other stuff we don’t need. Or we could do something truly special and memorable together.
It’s so much safer to stay home, but at what price? Every day, we are challenged by our illness. Often, we have to cut back on our expectations. Other times, we need to go for it. Successfully managing our illness is having the wisdom to make the right choice. This one feels right to me.