This is a reflection of my friendships at work. I wrote this at my new desk on a Friday and found it in my notes. I recently moved from an office of ten people, where I’ve worked for 4 years, to an office of two. I was homesick. As a team lead, with a military leadership background, I have struggled with building friendships in the workplace. Leadership is a lonely place for me.

“When will I be loved?” asks the man in song,
“And when will I no longer feel that being loved is wrong?”
“I am not sad on most days,” the song begins again.
“I know that I am loveable, and some do call me friend.”
“How can I be loved?” sings the man once more,
“When will I allow those friends to see what hides behind closed doors?
“When will I allow those friends to see the treasures that I store?”
“When will I be loved?” asks the man in song,
“And when will I no longer feel that being loved is wrong?”