These are tough time with so many anxiety producing facets. Will I have a job when this is over? How will I pay for food, rent, expenses? Am I going to survive being with my family and keep my mental health?
All very valid concerns, but for a lot of us this is the first time we have been home for an extended time. The first time our overcrowded schedules have lessened and haven’t needed an alarm clock or Siri telling us where to go next.
Let all try to savor just a bit of something every day. Morning coffee leisurely sipped rather than gulped, your favorite tune showing up randomly, a sunny moment even if viewed through the window.
The bottom line here is we have to go through this hellish time anyway. The personal loss is staggering, lost loved ones, careers gone, relationships in tatters. If we are going to withstand all these assaults to our lives then we need to find those moonbeams and sunshine or we won’t survive this pandemic.
We waste so much of our time and energy worrying about what people think of us
Do they like us
Are we acceptable
There is a group of people that I am unfortunately connected with. I’m stuck with them, it’s an extended family thing. They had a grip on me with their judgmental words, their mean words, their insinuations that I was the mean one.
Luckily, I am ostracized by them. Little do they know I broke their power years ago.
Somehow I turned 60 last year without ever experiencing my 50’s. I was so focused on surviving a rare blood disorder, launching sons, paying the mortgage, and just generally keeping my nose above the water line that a decade screamed by.
So I’m asking me, and all of you, who do I want to be at 80 and how do I get there? Consciously? Intentionally? Joyfully?
And then one day you realize that life is just a tiny bit easier. Some of the heavy slogging is behind you, some of the self doubt and second guessing is over, and suddenly the sun is shining a wee bit brighter.
It’s been a tough couple of months but maybe summer is ready to enter my heart ❤️