For those who have followed lately, you saw that last month took me on a little tour of Ontario. I thought I would be smarter than I’d been with my travels in the spring when I was constantly back and forth. I decided that when I was contacted by MFRCs that were in a similar area, I would book them one after another so that I could get to everywhere in one trip. In and Out. Easy-peasy. Right. By the time I made it to Ottawa I was at my 4th location in 4 days and ready to fire my personal assistant for booking that kind of ridiculous schedule. Except I don’t have an assistant. Sigh. That evening I was scheduled to MC an event marking the 25th anniversary of Military Family Services. That afternoon, however, found me with a pint at the Mill Street Brewery hoping by some miracle I would have inspiration to write something. I thought I had to change. I thought there’s no way I can just use the same voice I always do, I need to clean it up, to present a more put together self. So I tried. I really did. Which would have worked if I was anyone else. But I was still me, and back at the hotel I still realized I had chipped off half my manicure AFTER I ordered the Uber, so I was still painting my nails in the car while writing on a paper in my lap. When I arrived, it wasn’t long before the foyer filled with military personel, military family services staff and government officials. There were cameras everywhere and military members in all directions wearing those fancy gold cord thingies that show they were…