I’m in Milwaukee for the Women in Travel Summit, sequestered in a Hilton Lounge. There’s a small part of me that wishes I had planned better, gone out less, and logged out of Facebook more so I could actually enjoy my mini trip. I’m facing several looming deadlines, set backs on personal projects and an avalanche of emails that multiply with every click and refresh. You’d think I’d be stressed. Instead, I’m reveling in the fact that I’m away, am actively ignoring my surroundings and I can write in peace.