Catching Up on Lost Time
I'm sitting in front of the computer at the end of the working day, listening to a random playlist on a free spotify account. How is it only Tuesday?
I'm shattered, and I only have myself to blame. I was up until 2am last night – avoiding today. It wasn't that anything particularly difficult or stressful was happening – just switching work projects for a few days.
Jumping between projects can either feel like a vacation or a nightmare. Sometimes switching subjects in your brain is a real wrench – trying to remember why certain decisions were made, or why things were done in the way they were. The worst case scenario is always being parachuted into another project – to either pick up the pieces or the slack of an invariably tangled mess.
Anyway. I don't write about work – not directly.
While working from home over the last couple of years, I've gained an appreciation of friends – be that in the “real world”, or over the internet. They make otherwise lonely days much easier to bear.
As Norah Ephron once wrote, sometimes all it takes is a message saying hello, I'm here, and by the way, on the other hand, nevertheless, did you see this? – whatever it is friends share with you, it's a reminder that you count to somebody – and that's a nice feeling.
Sometimes you cross paths with somebody and become instant friends – racing to share anything and everything – catching up on lost time. It's rare, but it's wonderful when it happens.
Is it coffee o'clock yet?