Whew, y’all. I think maybe there’s this COVID-19 pandemic wall… and I’ve hit it.
Not just hit it… run smack-dab-full-force-into it.
The past 2 days, I just cannot seem to pull my shit together. I feel an absolutely staggering amount of fear & sadness.
Not about anything specific.
It’s a general mailise.
Today, Publix made me sad. Which is odd, because Publix = where shopping is a pleasure. (Truly, I have an unnatural love for Publix. An undying devotion even. And don’t get me started on the delightfulness of their subs. My Florida will start showing…) I told my lovely checkout team to stay safe, and when the cashier said, “You, too,” I almost burst into tears.
Obviously, I need a break. But it’s hella hard to take a break from a pandemic. It’s a little… ever-present.
I’m tired. I miss hugging people’s necks. And being able to clear my throat without wondering if it’s a harbinger of this damn virus.
We’ve been in relatively strict lockdown for over four months. And it’s wearing on me.
But here’s what’s helping me through: the knowledge that it is okay.
It’s okay that I’m overwhelmed. It’s okay to feel fear, without trying to shove it away. It’s okay to admit that the world feels wildly out of control, and it’s scary as fuck.
It’s okay to cry.
The world will not end if I admit that I’m not feeling like a ray of sunshine right now.
The amusing part? I’ve spent years learning how to sit with my feelings. And now I don’t want to sit with them… because they aren’t the feelings I want to have.
Isn’t that just always the way it goes?
But literally, the only thing that has slowed down the rush of anxiety, put me back in touch with my own body, brought me back to this present moment, is acknowledging my emotions as they arise. Looking at how I really feel–not how I want to feel.
I often have a list of shoulds in my head. Things I should be doing. Things I think I should be feeling. Right now, I’m trying to release the shoulds & just focus on what is.
Yoga makes me feel really good. So I’m leaning into that. I’m reading a novel about a nuclear apocalypse, which is surprisingly good escapism from this pandemic clusterfuck. And it’s a small act of rebellion, since I’m reading Alas, Babylon instead of the book I should be reading for book club–because I want to. I’m hugging my kid a lot. She’s cute. And funny. And almost as tall as me. And I like her. A lot. So she gets extra love. And I go outside as frequently as I can without melting, because I always have better perspective when I’m outside in the sunshine.
Turns out that maybe this is my moment to lean in to being kind to myself. And to take things a little slower. And just to be–whatever that looks like right now.
So, enough about me… how’s your pandemic going?