One of the perks of my job is I get to travel. And one of the best kinds of travel is the day trip. It makes me feel like a jet-setter and it makes me focus in on what I have to accomplish.
My alarm went off at 6am. I got right up, no snooze (I usually tap that thing like it's Morse code), woke up my 2-year-old, got him ready for school (of course he didn't like any of his clothes that day), and headed for the airport.
We touched down safely in Seattle (thank You), I grabbed a bite to eat, hit the bathroom for a quick touch up, with my Z Palette of course (shameless plug, hehe), and caught an Uber to my first meeting about color.
I had enough time between meetings to make a few phone calls, return some emails, and duck into a TenderGreens bathroom to pump milk for my newborn (a great conversation starter for those using the restroom). I whipped out my Mini Z Palette (hey, what can I tell ya), touched myself up, and walked into a meeting with one of our retail partners.
I took the subway--"When in Rome, do as the Romans do"--and ended up getting lost going to the airport. By the time I realized I was going away from the airport, I only had 30 minutes to get to the airport. And my phone was dying. I ended up taking an Uber anyway, charged my phone during the ride, and plead with the airline to hold the flight (wasn't gonna happen I was politely told). I pushed the Uber driver on.
I made the flight--with time to spare surprisingly--landed safely back in Los Angeles (thank You again) and headed home to see my family. When you tell the kids, "I'll see you later," that's a promise you always want to keep.