The Joys of being a Digital Nomad
A huge mass of dark clouds approaches. A few determined raindrops patter me & my phone occasionally. The smell of rain, wet mud & assorted forest foliage light up my olfactory nerve. A thin sliver of crimson underlines the clouds in the horizon, like a divine teacher has marked the evening with a perfect score in red ink.
I see clouds breaking against the mountains in the distant, finally winning & covering the peaks in a thick, heavy blanket.
I spent the day working, talking to people & connecting on LinkedIn.
I don’t think many people have an office quite like mine.
People like me who’ve grown up in the city have completely lost all sense of connection & appreciation for nature & I cannot underscore how lucky I am to have broken free of the urban nightmare. Maybe others will see the light as I have, most probably never will.
I spend most of my days experiencing exalted states of peace, joy & happiness. Nothing more that a city could offer could even come close to the quality of life I live now.
Come over to the light side. It’s nice over here.
This is the life.