I am noticing an ugly trend three months into 2021- anger.
And not the constructive sort of anger. (Yes, there is constructive anger)
I hate to be the one to say this, but I knew this was coming. I could have predicted this. Between being locked inside for a year, having so many people at odds on heated topics from politics to religion, social media 24/7, and the media sharing all of this over and over, you have a recipe for disaster.
Everyone is tired, mentally, physically, and spiritually.
Even your pets hate you.
They do. I mean, come on. It’s been a year of you making TikTok’s every day in your pajamas with hashtags like #pets #wedontdeservethem.
“Getting back to normal” isn’t the answer. I know everyone thinks it is, but it isn’t.
By the way, “normal” isn’t ever going to be normal again. Say that to yourself now. Make it a mantra so you don’t rear-end a sweet little old lady in the parking lot of the nail salon.
But we need a better suggestion than just “getting back to normal”.
I found that poem last week, and it made me smile; I thought it would make you smile too.
I haven’t been feeling like doing much other than the bare minimum.
I am in no hurry to get back in public even though I have been going out more often to doctor’s appointments, weekly social distance coffee dates with my friend, and safe visit’s with my parents. But that’s because I like all those people, and I don’t mind doing all of those things.
I won’t ever go to the grocery unless I forget something. I love ordering my groceries online and then just picking them up. It’s free, there is no additional charge, and I forget nothing on my list. Oh, and I don’t have to “people”.
I found this gem last month.
I was saving it for my birthday month tater tot post, but I couldn’t wait any longer.
I felt like maybe someone needed it and felt selfish saving it.
I like the bar version because you get to hear the crowd. But if you’ve never heard the song, I attached the lyric video.
Ella and I have been using this for hard days when we can’t concentrate on homeschool, which seems to be most days anymore. Occasionally we have this lovely tradition where we go through the Starbucks drive-thru, get our favorite drinks, then drive around and scream sing this new find at the tops of our lungs.
Only we fill in the names of the people we don’t like. Don’t judge me for letting my 13-year-old daughter say swear words.
Finding this song from 2012, a nine-year-old song, has been a gift from the Universe. I literally cried happy tears after listening to it, looked up at the sky, and said a quiet, “thank you”.
By the way, can we please talk about how stupid it is to think that we expect children to learn after the year we’ve tossed their way?
Or are we not talking about that?
I’ve been working on my book a lot more lately.
I am trying to eat low carb.
I am trying to exercise.
I got my first vaccine on Thursday.
One foot in front of the other.
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I don’t have a lot to talk about this last Monday in March. I am giving all of my energy to my book; to my daughter and her mental health and mine as well.
Birthday month begins on Thursday and that will bring some much-needed wind to my sails. I will discuss menopause on the podcast this week (and read an excerpt of my book) and my tater tot post next week will have lots of cool finds.
I am doing good, I promise. I am just trying to let go of 2020.
How are you doing?