… suffering one of those days when your life seems to be consumed by running around doing things that waste energy and leave you mentally drained. The result is that while sitting in a meeting with various other people I stopped taking notes and wrote the following, which sums up what today felt like:
The feeling that your time is not your own must be one of the worst in the world. It is akin to being a prisoner in your own body. Walking past windows that you want to stare into, catching a park bench surrounded by fallen autumn leaves out of the corner of your eye and feeling the suppressed thrill of seeing the Thames. It all has to be walked past as you head for another meeting in another room with cold air conditioning and biscuits in the middle of the table that nobody will ever touch.
Life should be for living.