There are moments in life that seem ordinary—a short flight, a polite conversation, a passing comment—but somehow, they stay with you forever.
For me, it happened on a Tuesday morning, somewhere between Chicago and Denver, 30,000 feet above the ground.
I had been working nonstop for months, pouring myself into deadlines, meetings, and endless to-do lists that seemed to multiply faster than I could check them off. So when I finally booked a weekend trip for myself, I made one very deliberate choice: a window seat.
