Just relax—nothing to get excited about.

Is what the man at the table behind mine just said, laughing. I need to keep that in mind—as the pace of work and travel picks up, the stress just builds and builds, and I find myself forgetting to breathe.

I want to post some stories from Africa, and thoughts on the myriad ways my friends are handling turning thirty, and how much I’m starting to enjoy snuggling my baby niece. Soon. Right now there’s a plane to catch and miles and miles of driving to do.