Of course at first I thought I had it under control. A month of staying home? Please. I’ve got this. I mean I may lose my sanity, but I’ll use this time to get things checked off my list and start living the healthy lifestyle I promise myself year after year.
Except, I didn’t.
The line items? They’re still there. I haven’t capitalized on this time. I haven’t spun up a new at home business or started writing my own book. I’ve lost zero pounds and have accomplished nothing. NADA.
I am in full on survival mode, treading water as best I can. And in all honesty, I’m freaking tired.
I miss my family.
I miss my friends.
I miss Target and buying things I don’t need from their dollar section.
I miss going to sporting events and school activities.
I miss my co-workers and my babies teachers.
I miss connection. TOGETHERNESS.
So today I’m giving myself a break. I’m giving myself space to grieve; to cry if I need to or eat a pint of ice cream. Am I emotional? Absolutely. Slightly unstable? Maybe. But there is nothing wrong with me and there’s nothing wrong with you either, sis. I know you’re tired and sick of it all. There’s no line item on “pandemic” that says you need to have your crap together 24/7.
You can be grateful and still grieve.
What you’re feeling? It’s normal. You aren’t alone. We’re in this together and we’ll come out of this thing on the other side – TOGETHER.
And when we do, I’ll meet you at Target with yoga pants of course.
This piece originally appeared at They Whine, So I Wine, published with permission.