There are numbers, and the calculations of getting on in life, everywhere. We apply our personal decision-making calculus all day long. Merge before or after that car in the adjacent lane? Buy boneless skinless chicken breasts, or cheaper chicken thighs? Have a sweet treat while also trying to limit sugar consumption? Vacuum today or on the weekend? Commute to a more distant co-work space or work from the local library – or at home? Maybe you don’t think of these as any sort of “math problem”, but aren’t they?
I’m standing at the door outside the “more distant co-work space”, waiting for the next member to arrive. I am locked out. The door code was reset, and because my membership tier changed with my change in employer, I would have had to have been added manually, which I was told Monday was done – or being done, or going to be done. It hasn’t been done. 😆 This throws off the timing of my day, considerably, although there is no expectation by my boss that I’d be in so early. It’s lovely quiet time that I find very productive. I miscalculated.
There is more commonplace math in my day, today, too. It is payday. Time to update the budget and see to the bills and expenses. I can honestly say math is not my favorite endeavor, but it is also true that it has “paid my way”, job after job, decision after decision, payday after payday. Fighting it is fairly stupid and I wish I had been willing to embrace it more studiously, sooner.
… There is no chair or convenient place to sit while I wait. My feet are already beginning to ache standing here. The hallway by the door is sheltered from weather, and I’m appreciative of that fact, but it is also too warm in here. I sigh quietly and pace back and forth while I write. I try to stifle my impatience, the only cost to me is a bit of discomfort, and a few lost minutes… Minutes feel so precious, though. I remind myself gently not to get hung up on time and timing. Not for this, for sure.

… What I wouldn’t give for a fucking chair right now… We are often willing to pay a price to avoid inconvenience. 😂
Amusingly, it is easier to work as I stand here, than not to. I only lose the minutes I give up willingly, in that sense. It less convenient, surely, and slower, but most of my work tools are browser or app based, and I have them available on my “phone” (I rarely use this device for phone calls at all, but it’s handy to have a tiny computer in my pocket everywhere I go).
I chuckle to myself as I calculate the relative value of giving up, coming back at 09:00, and grabbing a seat at the cafe on the other side of the parking lot in the meantime… faster WiFi than here in this hallway, and I’d be off my feet… but I dislike having to waste time setting up my workstation more than once…
I sigh. I sip my coffee. I breathe, exhale, and relax… it’s as good a spot as any to meditate. I get as comfortable as I can on the floor, and begin again.





