207. Like I Didn’t Belong Anywhere

I had met up with a guy who does communications in the life sciences and a lot of other stuff. We caught to know each other the first time we both used these offices and he has since become a customer of mine, buying WordPress assist.

Yeah, we invited ourselves to meet at the offices of my start up program from last year.  The coordinator was delighted to see us ‘old timers’ again, but still … I couldn’t help feel we didn’t belong and that we were somehow mooching.

Because we both don’t really make money enough – for good lunches or for good office spaces.

I sat alone after A had gone on to another meeting, somewhere else, and worked a bit. Wrote a pitch for a webshop, for a new prospective client.

I did that, then looked around and saw lots of young people – some probably on unemployment insurance but wanting to be entrepreneurs, others entrepreneurs with less funds borrowing these locales for a few months as they are permitted to do. Others just there, full of ideas and visions and hope.

A feeling that nothing of this mattered and that I did not belong there, or anywhere else for that matter, briefly came over me.

It was colder than the rain outside, in the City.

I don’t know where it came from, but I had to make a willful effort to shake it off. Sometimes that’s all you can do.

Solves nothing, but it is better than succumb.

Move on. And when you feel more … alive … then you can go in and analyze if you are in the right place and where you are going. Don’t do that, when you feel down.