It has been a long stay at home, I am not just speaking about 2020 with all its problems and challenges, my mind has been home for a lot while longer. I guess it is common to miss things when we are home. The last sentence sounds almost unbelievable isn’t it, we are known to miss home, what do we miss when are home?.
I feel home when I am with myself, I feel home when I am thinking, I feel home when I am cooking things I love to eat, I feel home when I am with my family, I feel home when I am solving complex problems at work, I feel home when I am watching my favorite comedy, I feel home when I am reading books I love, I feel home when I am home.
Having said all that, why do I miss things, and what do I miss.
Monologues are my thing, being a single child has spoiled me with an alpha ego, which is hard to suppress, I am used to getting my voice heard, I am used to getting things done my way, I am used to speaking.
This post feels incoherent so far, so is my mind these days.
I would be lying if I say, I am not anxious about the current situation around us. Who isn’t anxious.
Despite of all of these distractions, and routines. My mind is missing something deeply.
One can always arrange the right setup, perfect food, great lighting, favorite drinks, lovely snacks, but can they assure joy?
To all those of you who have crossed my path, and given me this gift in the past, the gift of what I have been missing these days, it is time, surprise me!