My debrief, and mostly, rants. I don't do this often.
I have been longing for debrief every time I finish a task, or whenever I get back from my travels from the field. You know, I long for someone who will listen to my stories. Someone who will sit there for hours and listen to me. I long to release my emotions, my frustrations, and my expectations. I long to share my joys of achieving, and my sadness in failures. I long to just talk on and on, and the person I am talking to will not interfere, will not interrupt, and will not judge me. I long for a listener, not a critic. I long for a listener, not a storyteller (someone who will listen to you shortly, and then talk a lot more about their own experiences related to yours). I long for someone who will ask how I feel, how I am doing, and just simple questions that would make me feel I am being heard. I long to feel that someone understands me - COMPLETELY; what I am going through, and how I am doing. That. I long for that.
I miss the times when the workplace enables you to do that. But now, I am beginning to feel intensely that I am in a totally new environment. I am moving in a totally different space, and somehow, I still feel alienated. Alienated from the world I am moving in. Somehow, I find it difficult to find my place in this space so vast, and yet everything around me is strange. I find it difficult to express who I really am when everyone around me sees me strange.
I appreciate people now that listen to me. People I know are real friends and people I can count on. They keep me strong and going.
Well, this is part of the journey of the radical journeyist.