It is Thursday. And to be honest, there is nothing special about today except I am waking up in a hotel room about an hour's drive from home. In 2021, I have found myself in hotel rooms more frequently than in any other year of my life. It is not because I am traveling with any real purpose, but because I can, and to some extent, because I can. Today will not be much different than any other day this week. In fact, it will be far less strenuous than two Thursdays ago or even yesterday by comparison.
Today, I will go into work--a much shorter commute than my usual commute--perhaps, I will have company at the office, or maybe I will be alone. There are benefits to both situations, but I would be lying if I did not say that I preferred to be alone. In an office, being alone equals freedom--a nearly unlimited, untethered flexibility that, given the day, could lead to greater productivity or total apathy; I cannot say which of these two options will be my mindset for the day.
The only thing I know as of now is that I am here and that I have been given another day on this planet, and whether or not I make it through the day and onto the next day is out of my hands but for now and in this moment, I am here, and it is today. Well, that sounds more ominous than I intended.
