After my second coffe of the day, my eyes say the caffeine tank is only half full, whilst my brain is pushing back and telling i’ve had enough. My eyelids win the debate as they gently come together, making every blinking motion 100 times slower and bringing me closer to much needed nap sessions.
Whether it is the absurd May temperatures (32 Celsius / 90 F) , the anticipation of much awaited changes in my life or sheer exhaustion accumulated over the first half of the year – something is keeping me up at night and turning me into a walking undead each morning even long after my coffee i.v. drips.
As words stumble out of my mind in an effort of making it onto “paper” in a readable manner – I let music be the blanket that gently shelters me from the everyday futilities of office realities: