Today , I felt the day eluded me.

Having had to spend most of the day visiting the doctor and half of that time spent in a meeting about certain stakeholders, I multitasked but didn’t acquire much knowledge.

Feeling guilty, I decided to open the accompanying document that , luckily for me, was sent after the meeting.

Yet, I closed it pondering the dream I had about relationships 5 minutes ago.

Work and documents aside, in the dream, the person consistently gave me vague clues about their whereabouts which left me chasing for information and yearning for the intimacy I don’t have.

Not to segue from how I spent the day but that issue of intimacy is now becoming a far reaching concept.

I yearn it and I may have to reluctantly accept that who and where I desire it from , isn’t the source of the intimacy I’m lacking.

Perhaps I’m the issue.

How can I be more intimate with myself?

How can I stop forcing someone to give me what I need to give myself?

How can I be ok with being my only company?

How can I use this opportunity to engage my own insecurities so that I will have the necessary headspace for work?

Thank God I found a way to dally back to writing about the title

Who ever said I was the perfect writer?