Breathe Brother, Breathe

NOTE: This article originally published, pre-covid, in November 2019.

I travel a lot for the work I do. It’s part of the package, and I’ve learned to take it in stride. But that didn’t come naturally; I had to cultivate it. I grew up in New York and inherited a tendency to treat frustration with guttural harrumphs or other loud displays of displeasure. Often, I’d take out my grievances on the people around me, especially those whose job it was to serve me. That too seemed an expectation of any New Yorker’s outward…