I was going to do this cutesy thing and post two songs each Tuesday that I listened to before logging in to work. You know after my short 30 step commute to this snazzy new home office aka the breakfast bar between our kitchen and living room. But, … I’m not feeling it. I think I have finally come undone.
I have always minimized my true feeling due to guilt of having only champagne problems. I have learned over time that there is no hierarchy of what invalidates pain. While some have it worse than me and some better, what I feel is valid … for me. I am not good at the self care stuff. In fact, I go to extremes that are unhealthy. A trait that I have passed on to my child. Things are bad around here. I cannot tell a lie. Yet while looking for silver linings, I suppose we are building character.
I’ve taken an “it is what it is” stance. Not like the Spring Breakers in Florida who went out there saying “We’re fine screw the rest of you”. Have you heard? A group is now sick. Instead I am following all the rules to the letter.
My “it is what it is” realization tells me that despite the precautions, we have no control. None of us. If it’s meant to be, it’ll happen. And the ‘it’ can be a wide variety of things, not just Covid-19. Nothing new to see around here folks; let’s just keep swimming.
Yes that’s a Finding Nemo reference. With a typo. That I’m going to let slide for convenience sake. Swimming has two m’s people!!! lol
As always, more to come.