It’s been 5 weeks and 6 days since we had Will’s birthday dinner. Maybe I’ll do a mountain bike ride in my race onesie to commemorate what was supposed to be.Įven just writing this (and, I imagine reading this), is boring. Today, I was meant to be on my way to California to race a triathlon. I miss having external goals and adventures to plan. Who can keep up? Quite frankly, who wants to? In the bubble I shall remain. The global news cycle remains exhausting. Yet, in all honesty, other than a whole lot of family togetherness, life in our little community bubble feels much the same. We’re going on, what, 7 weeks? 8? of living the pandemic life. Thankfully, I know that a lot of my friends feel the same way, so when it feels like I am losing my marbles, I’m really not. I know full well that I’m one of the lucky ones, so it feels a little bit awful admitting that. Chores and the minutiae of daily life goes on.Īnd yet, yesterday I was bored to tears… by 7:46am. The weather is good, bikes and trails beckon, even when motivation wanes. The kids are home and “distance learning” while they zoom and do their work, I zoom and do mine. I have absolutely no reason to declare boredom. Thank you for coming to my poorly articulated Ted Talk, in defence of bad days. I’ll extend you the same courtesy, I promise. And so, when you ask me how it’s going and occasionally I reply, “really kind of crappy!” just nod and go with it. There’s no pandemic guidebook, that I know of. And I really believe that we have to respect each other’s bad days! We’re all muddling through, in our own way. I am at least 50% as fit as a I once was ( I kid, but… yeah). I have a tight circle of friends I can rely on. This is not normal.”Īnd yet here we are! Pandemic living 101! Sometimes, I stop and whisper to myself “ I can’t believe we’re living through a pandemic. I, for one, don’t want to be judged for not being a little ray of sunshine 24/7 (which, to be frank, has never happened but you get my point). Maybe you don’t need to be constantly looking for the bright side or the unicorn pooping rainbows. Sometimes I don’t want to be cheerful, or be cheered up. I think that is perfectly ok to feel like total garbage, for no discernible reason. But lately, I’m finding that I’m a little tired of people pushing relentless positivity. I believe that we’re all a little wiped out and that “ COVID Fatigue” is a real thing. Here’s something I’ve been thinking about, though. Some days I’m not even sure where the train is. I start writing, I get distracted, then start again, then promptly forget my train of thought. The fact that this post has been in a drafts folder for weeks (months?) should give a good sense of how much up and down there is sometimes even within one day. You’d think that, with a heavy-duty title like that one, I’d have some deep and meaningful insights to share with you about this new world order we’re living in.
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