There was a lightness to my step as I made my way through the Atlanta airport, walking between terminals instead of taking the plane train, taking in an exhibit on Atlanta history, observing travelers hustling around me, and checking out the renovations in the D terminal. Even as I waited for what seemed like an inordinate amount of time in a crowd at Einstein Brothers Bagels, there was a sense of peace and wonder.
There was no one to bring me down with impatience and complaints. I didn’t have to manage anyone else. It left me with opportunity, with energy, with time to wonder and seek out the joy in the experience. It left me feeling free. It was a breath of fresh air.
And to think I didn’t even realize what I was missing these last two decades. Better late than never.
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