Wednesday, June 17, 2020
It's been three months since I started working from home. At first it was great. I could roll out of bed at like 8:55 am and turn on the computer and be like, okay, I'm here and working.
I guess I should consider myself lucky to have a job that can be done remotely, but I admit it's getting old. I miss seeing people at work, even the strangers I didn't know, crossing paths with them as we walked in and out of the lobby on our way to our various destinations.
I miss going to museums, taking the wife and kids to the zoo, or meeting friends for dinner at some new restaurant.
During a Zoom meeting one of my coworkers mentioned she always has this low level anxiety that just sits there in the background. I knew exactly what she meant. There's a lot going on in the world right now, and it's like in the back of my mind I have this nagging feeling that things are never going to return to normal. I don't know, maybe I'm being overly dramatic. I hope so.
I don't really know what else to say, I'm going to try and write an article a day, one to each of my new communities. Hopefully it'll kick off some creativity, or something. I once wrote an article called Proof of Writing. I guess this is my version of Proof of Work.
This situation is very rampant. Some people out there are experiencing anxiety without no one noticing it. It's sad, that there are people who committed violence because of their anxiety.