Not since my Brigham Young University college days (shout out to the Rulon L. Bradley PRSSA Chapter) have I enjoyed a local professional chapter that is so dedicated to developing its members. Thanks IABCTT!
55 minutes later I shuffled down the polished floors of Concourse D, past five gates and one moving sidewalk in pathetically huge spa slippers. You know the ones … two millimeters thick, one-size-fits-all, vaguely looks like smashed pieces of white bread on the bottom your polished feet.
Panting, strategically chasing, frantically dashing, I realized I definitely wished for a base. I wanted a safe space where I could retreat from stress and worry. Somewhere I could escape to avoid being caught – being “it.”