Three hours ago, we touched down at Newark Airport and I'm back at home in a modified state of shock. For a person who hadn't really left her desk in almost eight years (unless it was for something Louise Log-related) these nineteen days of travel have been a very big deal.

I'd forgotten that along with the exhilaration and excitement of travel come inconvenience and all sorts of challenges, especially for people with control issues. And much as I've longed to get back home to my routine and to my uninterrupted access to cellular data and wifi, not having that forced me into a very different way of spending the days - mostly walking, hiking and driving in spectacularly beautiful country and having every meal with people I adore.

The silence and the beauty of British Columbia and New Zealand and almost uninterrupted time with one and then another of our grown children was ... I'm searching for the words and none of them are coming close. Heartbreaking? But in a good way.

All of this is still very much in my head and body and making me think I want to make some changes. I don't want to plunge back into workaholism. I do want to figure out how to work in a sane way that leaves time for the rest of life.

HOW DO YOU DO IT?