4/9/2020
So far, I've been handling all of this pretty well. I think I mentioned it elsewhere -- I actually feel a little guilty because of how privileged I am .. me and my fiance's jobs are secure, we're both working from home, we live in a town with lots of woodsy trails we walk every day.. our families are safe.. the quarantine has made us even closer and helped us get better at communicating. Things are fine.
But it's still hard. I feel the stress gradually building-up. I've been pacing my energy - I know we're not at the halfway point yet (right now, I am betting on social distancing ending in early June). The days are really starting to blend together. It's monotonous. I can see why so many people are doing weird things to their hair this week. The mind craves impressions like the body craves food.
In the first few weeks of this, there was this shared vibe, "shit is off the rails, we all have to help each other through this." I feel like that phase is ending. This is all starting to feel normal. Not in a good way.
In my everyday life, I sometimes feel trapped in a rut.. the grind starts to drain me. I recharge my batteries through creative outlets and social contact. None of that is available right now, at least, not in the same way. Batteries are low.
Today I promise to do self-care.
-I've ordered some random stuff from amazon so that I have something to look forward to.
-I'm gonna try to go for a walk in a new place, just see some different stuff.
-I'm gonna reach out to some people that may need a call.
-I'm gonna do a big cooking project, probably chili with dried peppers
then I'll be fine