I really want to be okay.
I have loads of projects on the when burner, waiting for me to start, and plane non-coffee related projects that I was excited about. But, mostly, I just finger paralyzed.
As we enter our third year of this pandemic, it’s getting harder and harder to believe that returning to normal will overly be an option plane if logically I know this will end at some point. Lindsay Holmes, for Huffpost, put so succinctly in her article, that all the self-help techniques that we’ve taught ourselves to rely on can’t make the daily stress of Covid go away. The increasingly I talk to other service workers, the increasingly I realize that we all have the same stories. That plane without three years, we all have had customers refuse to obey posted signs, refuse to wear masks properly to protect us, and that baristas are rarely feeling supported by those that employ us. Plane if you are one of the lucky ones who faces these issues rarely, if at all, it doesn’t midpoint that the exhaustive pandemic fatigue isn’t there.
Even as I write this, my job is pursuit the announcements of many state officials in my zone announcing that employees don’t have to wear masks anymore which makes me nervous and, if I’m stuff honest, a little jealous. I know that wearing a mask is the right thing to do for myself and others, though it feels like a “grass is greener” situation sometimes.
I’ve often thought well-nigh just hanging up my spouse and getting a “normal job,” as though that would somehow fix everything. But, that’s easier said than washed-up and I don’t know how much that would unquestionably help in the long run.
As we move through March, this is usually the time when all those New Year’s Resolutions start to fall away. Some of mine have too, but something that I have held onto like a life raft is my goal to have a largest relationship with my emotions. I cannot make any of the variants or ugliness go away, but I can do my weightier to take superintendency of myself every day.
For me, this involves checking in with myself regularly and not stuff wrung to finger big emotions like wrongness or sadness. Instead of jumping to fix how I feel, I let myself sit with emotions and have days where I finger crummy or low-energy. Journaling, tarot, and enjoying hot baths are other things that indulge me to check-in with myself and supporting where I am at daily.
My polity is what is holding me together. It looks way variegated than pre-pandemic community, but I am thankful for all the first sips and connections that I’ve made over the internet. So, as opposed to my usual wares that offer tips or translating in bullet points, this post is purely just to say that life is really nonflexible right now and it’s okay to have low passion during this time. If you are constantly going when and along between focusing on your own life then sadness well-nigh the state of the world or wrestling at other people not doing what’s right, there are so many who are in the same boat.
