It’s a couple of months since we went into enforced lockdown in the UK. Even now, we are supposed to be continuing with social distancing and limiting activities and time spent with anyone beyond our own household bubble.
To be honest, it hasn’t made a huge impact on my life as I can continue to work from home and although virtual meetings are not the same as face-to-face, there is so much time saved by not having to travel, that there’s time to talk to far more people and my diary is more full of appointments than ever before.
There are days when there I barely have a chance to refill my coffee cup between meetings and the only way to remember who I’ve spoken to and what we’ve talked about is to take copious notes while talking. The idea, then, is to spend my evenings or the weekend reviewing these while I still remember just enough to be able to decipher my own scrawl.
That’s what I have been doing today, as the wodge of papers accumulated over the past week was approaching the thickness of a small paperback.
The problem is that as soon as I start to write up the notes, I find more and more ideas that I want to write about and there just isn’t time to capture them all before I have to start on the next conversations, each of which fills my mind with new thoughts and perceptions…
I can feel the ideas floating away from a headful of fuzzy information like the seeds of a dandelion clock.
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