The weariness was a physical thing, draped heavy over my shoulders as I boarded the late-night flight. It had been one of those grueling, soul-draining business trips—a blur of sterile conference rooms, bland hotel food, and relentless deadlines. All I craved was the simple sanctuary of my seat, a quick descent into oblivion, and the promise of home. I located my window seat, stowed my briefcase with practiced haste, and sank into the vinyl with a deep, cleansing sigh. In the self-centered exhaustion of the moment, the plane seat felt less like public transportation and more like a personal restorative pod….CONTINUE READING IN BELOW
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