My eyeballs hate me today. I wear contact lenses, and there are some days, after staring at a computer monitor for hours on end, that I want to pinch my corneas and pull them off my eyeballs. Today is one of those days. So the length of this post is going to reflect the fact that my eyeballs are not cooperating.

I need to travel for work next week, and while I’m not at all thrilled with the city I’m heading to, I am comforted by the fact that I will be staying in a luxury hotel that has a spa. In light of the fact that I love a good spa treatment, my feelings on the trip are a bit divided. On the one hand, traveling to crappy cities to attend all-day meetings with your fellow coworkers can promote bonding and a sense of “we’re all in this together” type camaraderie that breaks down walls and fosters chumminess long after the trip is over.

On the other hand, when I’m overwhelmed by work commitments and I’m tired from travel, sometimes I feel anti-social at night and I would prefer an oily massage followed by holing up in my room with a glass of red wine and a fluffy magazine made soggy by a warm bath.  

Something tells me that these options are not mine to choose and I will have to be like a piece of grass bent in the wind, or more like a pixie stick squashed in the chubby grip of a sweaty 10-year-old. Either way, I’ll just have to stay positive.