I’m getting back on the road this week, something I’m used to for work. I’ve been on the road off and on since 2008 now. I’ve always gone as called – packing my bags at the last minute to make a flight that afternoon. I get it. It’s easy.

At least it was until I realized that for the first time in my life, I’d be missed. That the sound of my voice might make a house feel like a home. Realizing my pup would be sitting just outside the garage door waiting for me to come home.

It hit me all at once as my ever-growing dog sat in front of my bright blue carry-on and gray backpack with this curious look on her face, wondering where I was going. I knew being away for a week that I’d miss my home but in that moment, the feeling was more powerful than I expected.

My family. My home. I miss it.

I say all that to prompt my excuse for the week. You weren’t expecting that, huh.

I might miss a post or two this week. See, I’m getting on a party bus and traveling across Texas to connect some really smart HR and recruiting folks with some kick ass sponsors. It’s awesome and I’m learning a hell of a lot. I’m sure you’ll see all of it here eventually.