I am feeling more . . .
I don't know, I guess . . .
settled . . .
with my new pandemic life.
Still very sad.
But feeling more . . . purposeful of late.
(Still not good. But also not that freefall kind of feeling I had at first.)
How about YOU?
(Tom made bagels yesterday.)
(Chemistry you can eat.)
Have you noticed how the days seem to fly by lately? I seem to ask myself (usually around 3:00 each day) how it got to be mid-afternoon already! It seems really strange to me that the days are flying like this. Somehow, that seems wrong. Time is kind of standing still right now - on pause. How can it fly?
Or is it just me?
My days are filled with movement -- long daily walks with JoJo (Tom takes Jenny for a quick walk around the block, but JoJo and I are out there for miles and miles), strength training down in my basement, yoga with my new best pal Adriene, and - starting this week - Facebook Live workout classes from my gym.
But I also spend quite a bit of time in more quiet ways: thinking and reflecting -- writing, journaling, meditating. I keep up with things I need to keep up with (home chores, outside commitments) as I need to, but my standards are definitely lower than they used to be. I cook and I do the laundry and I tidy. I check in with my kids and FaceTime with my dad and text with friends every day. I read a little. I knit a little. I get out in the garden when I can. I've become totally driven by the New York Times crossword puzzle and obsessed with the daily Spelling Bee game.
Life goes on.
It's just different.
How are you holding up?
What are you doing with your days?
What do you need . . . right now?