Work is beginning to get to me. The insular and nomadic lifestyle leaves me feeling out at sea. I could go by a day without speaking to a single person. And that, can be very lonely.
I suspect not having an actual office space to call my own exacerbates the situation. It’s almost as if there is no acknowledgement of my existence. And that, is scary.
Feeling blue, lost, and lonely. And that, may be a blessing in disguise.
For sometimes, we have to be lost to find ourselves.