There comes a point in every day when you start to question not just what time it is, but what day it even is. Today was one of those days. You know the kind where you’re running around like a headless chicken, except this chicken is also holding three contracts, leading a town hall, and trying to negotiate a deal while mentally drafting tomorrow’s to-do list.

At some point between the third Zoom meeting and the fifteenth email that started with “Circling back…”, I thought to myself: *Did I write a blog post today?* And then I couldn’t remember if I’d just imagined writing one. That’s the kind of week it’s been. One where even my thoughts have started to ghost me.

It reminded me of that Pixies song of Where Is My Mind? That haunting little tune playing in the background of my overcaffeinated existence. I can almost hear it as I scroll through my notes app looking for clues of whether I had, in fact, strung coherent words together earlier in the day. Nothing. Just grocery lists and reminders like “Buy dog treats.” So, maybe not.

It’s wild how our minds can run marathons while our bodies are trapped in back-to-back meetings. I’ve been talking strategy and structure all day, but honestly? I just want to sink into a warm bath, light a candle that smells vaguely like serenity, and dream of my next travel adventure. Maybe somewhere quiet. Maybe somewhere with no Wi-Fi.

Where is my mind? Probably already there lounging seaside, sipping something fruity.