Making it through the traffic, the workday starts. Running from one meeting to another. No time to breath. Interjected briefly by the relentless buzzing, beeping and vibrating of smart phones lying everywhere.
Eating? What’s that?
On the run, or at your desk.
You engage with colleagues – aware that you are only partially present.
The background mind-tape that’s running – action items from the last meeting, an unpleasant interaction with a colleague, did I remember to pay the electrician?
I hope my sister is ok?
Presents for the party tomorrow evening?
S o u n d
v a g u e l y
f a m i l i a r?