Lunch time on weekdays often means a quick lunch and a long coffee break to me.
That is when I eat the lunch that I bring from home at the office and after that go to the park downstairs in my office building area. Then I sit. And I read books. And I watch people pass by.
Last week I sat down at the usual coffee place and I looked around. Then it dawned to me. I could not have a better office building. Or even a better job. For this particular time in life.
I have a job in which I feel like I know what I am doing — I have been doing more or less the same thing for the past eight years. I can go home at 5pm. I get along with my colleagues (hopefully it goes both ways). I can expand my network. And this. The office building with a park and a coffee place with outside seats.
I have said this many times, and I will say it again. Thank you. Appreciate all the things that you have done for me.
Or rather, in my case, a driving meditation.
It was a late Sunday afternoon. I just had lunch with friends, and coffee with another. We parted. But I did not feel like going home.
Not like there was anything wrong with home. It was just one of those times. When you just want to wonder around with nothing but your thoughts. Your mind remains quiet. Your mouth as well. Too tired to move.
Too many things going on in your head. Things you don’t really want to share with anybody. You cannot. (or not able to?)
So I drove around town. And I was treated with a beautiful sunset. Typical sunset in a big city. Still it was beatiful. And managed to bring a smile to my face.
Nice. I don’t mind you as my company.
It was a public holiday in Indonesia. People were rushing out of town. So what did we do? Mom, sis, bro and I went for a relaxing breakfast in a nearby cafe. Relaxed. Happy. Warm.
Feels so close. Llike a family. Thank you.