I just got back from another week-long trip to the Paris area. This was for work — as it always is. I’ve been to France twice in the space of a month — I was there the second week in February and the first week in March. I think I’m pretty much done with transatlantic travel for at least a few months.
Of course, my new boss returns from maternity leave in mid-May, so I may need to make another trip then, but it will be good to have more than two weeks between trips. And the weather will be nicer — spring. Already, the trees were starting to blossom in Velizy-Villacoublay, and the temps were in the 60’s (F). Amazing. After the winter we’ve had in the U.S. — amazing.
Now I’m back and recovering. One of the toughest parts of travel for me is jet lag. I’m pretty keen on functioning at 100% in my everyday life, and nothing kills that more than being jet-lagged. The brain fog and fatigue are serious downers. So, I’m putting my cumulative experience to good work, and I’m dealing with it. And it appears to be working pretty well, at least so far. I’m feeling a whole lot better today, than I did the last time I was recovering. Maybe traveling more often is acclimating my system. But I think fine-tuning my recovery is paying off, as well.
I’m being a lot more deliberate in my recovery this time, than before. I’m getting extra sleep, eating plenty of protein, drinking plenty of water, getting some exercise, and adjusting my daily schedule to allow for more rest and fewer distractions. And it seems to be doing the trick.
It’s all a process, of course, and every time I learn something more. The key seems to be keeping to a set schedule, no matter how uncomfortable it may be at the time. It’s painful and awkward, but it passes. And it’s for a good reason — to help me normalize. At the very least, it gets me functioning like a regular human being again, instead of a veritable piece of luggage that’s tossed from one location to another in the name of global commerce.
After all, it is nice to be a human being — and feel like it.
It’s probably going to be a few days before I start to feel wholly human again, but this time, I seem to be getting there much faster than before. And that’s always nice.
The nicest thing of all is being home again. Yes, there’s snow on the ground. But it was 52 degrees yesterday, and it was fantastic to be walking around without a coat on. The spring melt is underway, and we’re resetting our clocks. Spring is just around the corner, and that makes recovering — if not easier — that much more enjoyable.
It is good to be home.