I’m feeling a very human response to all this isolation; I’m anxious and slightly depressed.
Sometimes I wake up and have no idea where I am.
The odd thing is when it’s quiet you know there’s trouble brewing, that’s when you jump up and rush the tranquility.
Trigger warning, this post contains graphic accounts of spiders and snakes.
There is also a thing about balancing how you spend your precious time.
So this quarantine is taking us places we never thought we’d go.
I’m a little traumatized by all the powerful changes occurring in my life, but hey, we could all use a little luck.
Am I ready to look at the part I play in the current reality, come out from the safety of the suburbs, and confront my own racism?
The only thing doing well is COVID-19.
By midday, I had written extra strength Tylenol on the grocery list three times.
Life nails us. It just does, but you can lean into your struggles, learn from them, and not shut down.
How do we love both life and death so generously that neither become our enemy?
Life may never be the same, but mostly it’s the crippling adjustments, and endless frustrations that are taking a toll.
I’m so Team Eve.
The disparity between my inner and outer reality is alarming.
We survived, we thrived, we maybe even matured.