It’s a picture perfect view right here, worthy of a postcard. Blue skies with nary a cloud, waving palm fronds, sparkling water rippling in the breeze. A cold glass of iced tea sits on the table beside me, beads of moisture dripping down its sides.
Lessons From the Road
Last week I was fortunate to spend a few days alone at the Saratoga Springs Resort in Orlando. You might think that spending time at Disney World would be the last place a self-proclaimed introvert trying to recover from a traumatic emotional event would choose to go.
But it worked. Wonders, actually.