Walking into an airport is like sailing across a cultural sea, so turbulent that amidst the craziness, somehow there is a certain calm in the storm. Winds and whispers in foreign languages surround me and beckon me with their intrinsic mystery. I feel like I am privy to an international experience so powerfully overwhelming that most miss it. There is a constant chatter of un-recognizable languages, the buzzing of blending accents and a fascinating spectrum of colors, faces and styles.
Reagan Airport fed my soul this morning, as I cradled my Starbucks doppio espresso on my way to Providence, Rhode Island for a fitness conference. The journey was rough (choppy flight), but my arrival exciting (the Spanish National Soccer team personally greeted me upon arrival at my hotel), and it is in these mixes of winds and whispers that a journey is becomes beautiful.
It is easy to forget, when in the world of airplanes, why you are traveling in the first place. A trip itselef is two distinct adventures, the journey and the destination, and both are multi-faceted with incredible growth opportunity if one keeps their eyes open. Life is no different than an airport. Even though today I had the pleasure of traveling, my daily life is travel. My daily life is my airport, and the destination, while exciting, is truly not what matters. Enjoy the monotony of life, like the monotony of an airport — the clanging of cafes, the rolling buzz of escalators, the endless hallways, the industrial moving sidewalks, and the fluttering of newspaper pages among foreign tongues — for this mix is what creates a magical melting pot of colors and life.