Here’s what I miss:

• A handshake. 
• A high five. 
• A hug. 
• A two-cheek kiss. 
• An early morning walk without having to cross the street or keep my distance from humans. 
• Waiting for the cafe to open (up and at ’em early). 
• Working without the looming fear of catching a virus. 
• An early morning almond milk latte with a friend or someone with a business idea. 
• Settling into my office and looking forward to a bustling day of business conversations and meetings. 
• Deciding where to eat lunch (and with whom). 
• Reaching out to authors and thinkers, asking them to be a guest on my podcast, and not worrying that the ask might sound out of line. 
• Not paying attention to the news and every news update. 
• Not worrying about every surface that I touch. 
• Not worrying about touching my face.
• Not worrying about wearing gloves. 
• Not worrying if I have enough food and supplies. 
• Not worrying about the health of family and friends. 
• Not worrying about whether or not I washed my hands enough. 
• Making plans to see a concert. 
• Going to the bookstore. 
• Going to a concert. 
• Weekly visits to my local comic book store. 
• Going into pen shops. 
• Running into people on the street. 
• The library. 
• The recreation center. 
• Extra curricular activities. 
• Booking flights. 
• Visiting different cities, airports and hotels. 
• Speaking in front of audiences. 
• Meeting people at events. 
• A filled inbox.
• Not enough time to meet all of the people that I want to meet.
• Struggling to find the time to read a book.
• Coming home.

I miss you.

What do you miss?