We live in a data-driven world but what it takes to thrive can’t be measured.

Flying provides a steady stream of frustrations: the crowded isolation of DIY check-in, the sock-footed walk on eggshells through TSA, the hypervigilant tracking of an elusive ETA.

All the inevitable discomforts of air travel make it a fertile attentional fitness opportunity. I’ve been developing a strategy that transforms the situation from hell into heaven.

Okay, maybe more like a really productive purgatory.

It makes me feel alone
to answer to a name
I've never used.