My big accomplishment for the day: sleeping eight hours on the plane ride back, after being sleep deprived for 36 straight hours.
I’m recreating a new definition of the external fetal position.
One word: SQUASHED!
Sitting in the middle of a three seat row with an obese smelly guy on one side and a new mother with a screaming newborn baby on the other is squashed. Not two leather seats to yourself on a private plane.
It’s not about what you have it’s about your perspective of what you have. You usually carry yourself with respect so I stay away from throwing snark your way, so don’t take this as snark. Take this as something to think about.