Silently Working Remotely
“It’s quiet for the most parts”
I just sat down at my home work station.
But I have hovered over the station twice already.
No, it was not a deliberate effort to check emails first thing in the morning.
My work station is just 5–6 feet away from my sleeping bed. Therefore, my ‘hovering’ was simply me booting up, checking my half-cooked emails from late yesterday, with a big lukewarm glass of water in hand.
No urgent emails to respond to, no client calls scheduled. Okay, cool.
I changed laptops to move to my personal laptop. To write this blog.
Had it been the ‘normal’ (let’s call it older) times, these three activities would have been disbursed across my home, office and an evening cafe parlour. But because I am boxed up in my home, all these places have been deliberately carved in my mind palace while sitting at the same chair.
I can’t seem to find an answer to — where am I now?
Probably on my highway to a creative, progressive, energy breakdown.
The days keep raking up
Let me share how my life goes on currently. I bet, 90% of you can relate.
