However it is barely acknowledged on the work floor many people suffer from loneliness. Loneliness should not be confused with being alone. Loneliness is feeling isolated and being alone can be both negative and positive. There are many people who can work just fine while being alone. And then we have social isolation which is a lack of social interaction or contact with other people. People who are socially isolated might have a lack of friends, family and are not very good in meeting new people.
People experienced that their colleagues are not talking to them or are just not included in meetings and projects. It might seem like tasks that are normal after a while you might see that you are working on a project alone. Again.
You can measure your comfort zones with certain anxiety levels. It is long not as scary as it sounds, depending where you are of course. Everything you do is part of that certain anxiety level. If you do your normal chores these actions will be part of your comfort zone so you won’t feel anxiety but let’s say you are starting a new job, at this point you are leaving your comfort zone and entering a learning zone. If you oversleep or miss the bus on your first day at that new job then you will no longer be in a learning zone but in a panic zone.
Comfort zones
I stand – Firmly grounded to the earth with my arms pointed toward the sky.. Fingertips connecting to the sun, allowing its brilliant light to flow through me.
I feel the wind, and I am guided by its direction. I RUN! Only to turn occasionally to face the shadows that try to fill my sacred space.
I AM FREE! I am free of the shackles built from stagnant ways. I am seeing a clear path ahead, one which does not intersect with a truth limited by fear and hidden confessions.
I had never felt so empowered. I had expressed myself, healed myself, entertained myself, recorded myself and I had changed the way I felt. All through the simple act of writing a poem.
I hadn’t intended to write a poem indeed nothing had been further from my mind because I was on an archaeological field trip. In Ireland last summer.
You could tell it was summer because the trees were green and the kids were out of school but the cold wind and rain made it feel like winter, or possibly like summer, in Patagonia.
