One of the things I’ve found myself doing a lot over the past few months is parking lot sitting. We’ll start with, one, it’s gorgeous in Maine this time of year
And move on to me needing to be a place I can just…not…before work. I could Not at home, but I make no promises I’d be getting out of bed if I tried to Not there and I really don’t like not being at work when I’m scheduled to be at work.
So part of me parking lot sitting is connected with enjoying fall in New England, but it’s also me being in a place I can not think too much or find myself avoiding everything that solitude in a quiet place has me thinking about.
One day, when a supervisor asked why I was at work so early, I responded, “Because this is the safest place for me to be right now.” That holds true today.
I’m trying to not be a train wreck, trying harder than just about any other time in my life, and sometimes that necessitates parking lot sitting.