All tagged COVID-19
When all this started a month ago, I had a can-do attitude. I was getting things accomplished. I rallied the troops at work while memorizing the CDC website. I lectured my parents and in-laws to get them on board with social distancing.
This afternoon, Andrea Bocelli gave a solo performance from the Duomo cathedral of Milan with a message of love, hope and healing to Italy and the rest of the world.
I went to Kroger this morning for the first time in four weeks. The grocery store used to be my happy place—used to.
Every single person you know or encounter—on the road, on the internet, on the sidewalk—is under copious amounts of stress.
Being in the midst of a pandemic is scary. Very scary. I’ve also experienced a lot of other emotions and I bet I’m not alone. We’re all entitled to our feelings, right? Most people aren’t stupid enough to say it aloud, but I am. So here goes nothing…
Throughout the day, I’m productive and distracted enough to not let COVID-19 get into my head. But every night, about the time I would have normally gone to bed 4 weeks ago, my mind starts racing and I don’t know how to settle down enough to go to bed. Where I normally feel very safe and secure, lately I’ve been anxious and uncertain.
I’m not really in the mood to write today. My brain is mush and my heart is heavy, but this Facebook post from NYC reminded me of the strength that we all have within us. Keep plowing ahead, friends. We’ll get through this together.
I’m an extreme extrovert. I live by the ‘strangers are just friends I haven’t met yet’ mindset. So when my boys’ school announced a caravan driving through the neighborhoods just to wave and say hi, I was just as excited to see the teachers and staff as they were.
Lots of people have Sunday night dread. They live for the weekend and get stressed and depressed as the weekend runs out. Even when I’ve had jobs I didn’t enjoy, I always looked forward to Monday. It’s a fresh start, a new beginning, another shot at getting things right.
Today started off so rough that I overslept 3 hours and missed a phone conference. Yep, that was how I started off the day that was supposed to be Reds Opening Day.
I just spent an hour calming the nerves of my 11-year-old. He’s been brave for the first 10 days of this social distancing situation, but today was his breaking point. I thought today may be mine, but I had to hold it together to help my little guy out. I can pencil in my own ugly cry tomorrow between 10:30 and 11:00pm.
Since I started Midlife Pickle, I’ve thought about the concept of balance a lot. Balancing work and family, wants and needs, spending and saving, remembering the old but embracing the new. Something that I’ve started to realize is every situation has a mix of good and bad. Sure, the scales are not always equal, but I’ve yet to think of a situation, no matter how dire, that didn’t result in something positive.
