Bumbling young fool.

That's what I felt like today. A long weekend writing internship applications, a night of really poor sleep haunted by all of the thoughts and worries I have been putting on hold these days, and a rainy Monday morning made me especially not present today. I found myself spacing out, thinking about my own tasks for the day, and sometimes just not listening. This is probably okay if your job is not purely based on listening to people. However, in my line of work, it can be downright irresponsible

When I opened my mouth, my thoughts were jumbled, too self-referential, and often too precise, cutting, or straightforward to be taken in by my clients. The buffer where I can usually contain myself and dispense only as much truth as is kind and gracious failed, and even a good amount of caffeine couldn't dislodge me from my funk.

I hope that my attempts to admit my bumbling, admit my discombobulation, and apologies for my addled state were sufficient. It's an odd profession where you must wonder if your clients can handle you being a person today, or if it is too soon.

I am tired, so I shall rest. Thanksgiving can't come soon enough.