What Happens When You Have Limited Choices
You suffer and do the best you can with what you have.

It’s too hot here on the patio where I set up my office last month.
I am still here, trying to operate my writing career from the portable office. It is a perfect setup for my nomadic lifestyle.

Three months ago today, when I lost access to my World Headquarters, aka the Whataburger restaurant, my children and their mother invited me over for the time being. I parked my Mobile Domicile in front of their apartment.
Now, I have access to electricity and the internet. At first, I camped out in the foyer outside the front door with the laptop literally in my lap. When I wanted to go to Wal-mart to buy a small folding table to use as a desk, the kids didn’t want me going anywhere, let alone Wal-mart of all places. I remember the days when I was the one deciding where they can or cannot go. Times have sure changed.
The woman I married was kind enough to take off the artificial plant and let me use the little table it was sitting on. I am grateful.
After about a month, when it started getting warm, they cleaned up the back patio and moved my office there with a stand-up fan. It protected me from direct sunlight, and the fan kept me cool. At first, it worked great.
But this is Texas, and the summer is officially only a few days away.
My daughter just stepped outside to talk to me about something, and the first words out of her mouth were, “It’s really hot out here, how are you able to work?”
I laughed and showed her what I was writing. She guffawed and left. I don’t know what she wanted to talk about; it must not have been that important.
The reason I am working outside, where it’s in the 90s (degrees Fahrenheit) in the shade, is because the lady of the house watches TV in the living room while the grown children are working in their rooms on the computer. I am grateful to have a place to work from, because the battery in the Mobile Domicile is dead, and besides, it can’t bear a load of a laptop computer, anyway.
The only problem is that the heat drains away a lot of energy and I can’t focus on reading or writing. I kept dozing off. I haven’t published anything in the last three days. There are several stories for which I have done the research, but I haven’t started writing because the heat is taking its toll.
How is the heat where you are?
I know the people in Australia, New Zealand, and South Africa and are like, what heat? We are freezing our asses here. Yeah, whatever.
I would love to hear from some of you about how this New Normal is affecting your work and life, if at all. Joe Luca wrote a brilliant story about the New Normal; he challenged a few people to write their version of it.
I would like to hear from Paul Myers MBA, Kathryn A. LeRoy, Ph.D., Roz Warren, Gurpreet Dhariwal, Tim Maudlin, Sharon Hurley Hall, and anyone else who wants to jump in.

As always, thank you for reading and responding.
More about me:
Rasheed Hooda is a published author and a regular contributor to ILLUMINATION, a writers’ community on Medium where writers support each other.
He is a self-proclaimed weirdo who lives a Freedom Lifestyle and writes about related topics — Travel (a top writer), Personal Growth, Freedom, and entrepreneurship. (Get the Newsletter)
“You can let others tell you what it means to be successful, or you can decide it for yourself.”






