I’m finding it hard to remember what is normal and what’s not. Is it normal for me to count the days between breaks like this? I can’t remember. I know I can go back and ready my own blog to get an idea, but I don’t know if I want to. I didn’t love seeing all the stuff we did before the pandemic started. I had come to believe that our lives weren’t that different – that we always spent this much time at home – but seeing photos of those two months in 2020 before all this started reminded me that our lives really have changed.
I’m tired. It’s hard to get excited about things. Every day feels like an interminable slog. I know I’m skirting depression but what can I do about it? I’ve been here before and I’ll be here again and I know I’m here right now because of circumstances outside my control. I’m working out. I’m eating (relatively) well. I only drink on the weekends. I’m staying connected with friends as well as I can. I’m doing all the things I know I need to do to keep head above water, but the currents are strong and it’s hard to keep swimming.
I know I have it better than 99.9999% of people right now. I’m not looking for sympathy, I’m just writing out what it’s in my head.
I hope you’re all keeping your heads above water too. It’s all we can do.
Yes.
A daily slog against discouragment. You are not alone.
And while there is progress, the impact of that progress is still going to take a long time to be felt in our daily lives. It does not look like progress will make noticeable differences in everyday lives for an extended time.
Makes it all the more important to focus clearly on staying focused and remembering to stay inside the best practices. Hold on. We can do it together in tiny steps not looking at the size of the total elephant. You (all) are part of my blessings counting helping move from one day into the next and then repeating. As you say: we are actually lucky. We do need to remember that.
SUPPORT!