I was reluctant to give up my office in September. The co-working space I was a member of was selling more desks. I was happy to see them make back some of the money they lost from 科维德 pandemic, but the crowds of new people were making it unsafe.
At first, I was able to work from home, albeit it was for only 4 1/2 hours during weekdays. My day would be over when Ms. Barba would come home from school. It took some time to adjust, but I was starting to get used to it. Then Mrs. Barba’s office told her to work from home 3 days a week. Ouch. This was rough.
I found myself working from 9:30 pm to 1:30 am. Most nights I was hungry and would eat cereal. I’d wake up exhausted leading to less productivity and more anxiety. I discovered that I’m less confident and optimistic when tired. I was eating more and moving less. I stop meditating and was descending into that cold grey winter Berlin depression. And nobody wants to be around an unproductive, stressed, and depressed Tony. I needed to stop this spiral.
Today is December 1st. I went back to the co-working space to see if, like my wife, more people were working from home. I’m happy to report that I am now working from a safe and empty unheated co-working space.
Today I’m laying out all the broken pieces of 2020 on the table to rebuild building 2021 and beyond. And there are a lot of pieces.