I woke up this morning at 4:30am, took the baby away from the bed since he was keeping Sarah up, then showered and flew to another city, did a client conference call discreetly from inside a Borders books, did a client pitch for two hours (wowed them!), and then flew home. Because of time zones and flights and a horrendous downpour in this unnamed city I finally ended back at BWI at 10pm. My coworkers and I climbed into cars for the ride home. Am I exhausted?
No, I’m pumped, and that’s the weirdest thing. I’m on my laptop on the way home, answering e-mail, demoing my coworker the cool AJAX demo project I did, and planning my day tomorrow. I’m envisioning in my head all the cities I want to go to in the next few months, and all the pitches I want to do. All the proposals I’m going to write, and all the cool work we’re going to get to do.
I should be exhausted, but I’m energized. I think this happens every time we go through a growth spurt at work.