is a question that typically comes my way when I tell people where I work. Granted, I’m not jet-setting around the world every week, but yes, I do get to travel. After a tiring trudge through the crowded arrivals at Athens airport, I’m at Cape Sounio, a hotel within ancient archaeological grounds and overlooking the Temple of Poseidon. In my laser focus and never-ending list of life admin, I haven’t had time to address my weird toenail, let alone stop and reflect on the physical and emotional rollercoaster of being 18 months postpartum. Any time, however minuscule, when I should be meditating or journaling or checking in on myself (and that weird toenail), is spent collapsed in a heap with Bravo shows blaring in the background.