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.
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 ❤️
“Everyone has a story that will break your heart. And, if you’re really paying attention most people have a story that will bring you to your knees” Brene Brown
We have been trained to pretend that everything is wonderful. If anyone asks how we are we say “oh I’m fine, how are you”.
When did this happen? How did it become weak to acknowledge our lives are imperfect? Believe me, if the clerk at the grocery store asks, yep tell them you’re great. But we do this with real friends, family and spouses.
There must be a way to break the perfection myth without seeming like a complainer.