After two days of intense training and a third day of co-facilitating a group coaching session, my brain is usually done for the week. With unseasonably perfect weather in July in Washington, DC, THIS is how we spent our evening — outside, settled into comfortable outdoor seating, each of us buried in our books, companionable in our introverted reading. Grateful for the presence of like-minded friends who exert no expectation for chatter or activity but who are content to simply “be” together.
When a 26-mile commute on the Beltway (Fairfax, Virginia, to Greenbelt, Maryland) takes 2 hours (and it’s not even peak rush hour, anyway), there’s madness afoot. So very, very grateful that I live where my commute to work takes a whopping 10 minutes, and that’s merely because of 25-mile per hour speed limits on residential streets with only a few cars around me.