Ah, tonite I’ll be leaving for an extremely long trip to Dakar, Senegal. Not really crazy about the number of hours we need to get there, but more excited about the short stopover in Paris where Dave will join me next Friday. I’m also looking forward to a week away from the incompetent colleague (who’s been in the centre of my Twitter updates in the last couple of days). I told myself I would not put negative thoughts into my blog writing about a useless and irresponsible colleague so I’ll stop here.

Traveling has been fun in the last two years, working with mates who are really great team players. I’m just thinking to myself though, am I ready to slow down? Last night when I was packing my bag, I dreaded the feeling. Like, the only thing that’s keeping me going is Paris, and not the whole running the conference in a high-malaria alert West African country. You know what I mean.

Am I getting bored? Maybe. Am I still learning? I suppose in some aspects. Am I growing career-wise at a healthy rate? I don’t think so. Is that a bad thing? I really don’t know. If I currently have a pretty good work/life balance at this job, why am I complaining? What is making me feel that way?

Help?