I
have been filling my days with doing laundry, dog-walking, grocery-shopping, cleaning,
deleting emails, listening to books on Audible and cooking. Nights are filled
with Netflix et al. and reading. Most of the daily above are essential, things-we-have-to-do-to-survive
activities. Goddess forbid I should try to get in excellent physical condition
or accomplish something like organizing a closet. That seems to be the frame of
mind I’ve been in without realizing it. Just get through it. Do what I have to
do to be safe and get through it. The minutes, hours and days just slide into
one another. All looking basically the same. We are so fortunate to not have
lost income. I do realize how incredibly lucky that is. But still all I think
is: when will it be over, will it ever be
over, when will I see my children and grandchildren again, my family, my
friends. When. When. When?
My
extraordinary daughter reminded me of something the other day. She reminded me
that none of those activities, while essential, do not feed the soul. (Well,
maybe reading.) She had read somewhere or heard that it was important to try to
take just five minutes a day to do something that enriches. That feeds the
soul. That expresses your creativity. How long had it been since I had done
that? Except for this blog, a long, long time. It just seemed too overwhelming
to try to take something on at this time. If I’m honest I felt that way before
the pandemic. It felt like diving into the wave of a tsunami. But five minutes.
I could do that. Anyone can do that, right? The parameters were easy. Not
diving just wading for a bit.
I
wrote a blog a long time ago about just showing up. That’s the same concept.
Just show up. Five minutes. I can do that. My daughter is the only one who
never lets me forget my creativity. She never lets me coast. She is the only
one who asks. For that, I am so grateful. She is the pebble in my shoe. My extraordinary son
reminds me to not let my physical being deteriorate. Both are necessary. One
feeds the other. Maybe I will manage to do something to make them proud.
Miss you Leigh, thanks for the insight.
ReplyDeleteMiss you, too, Connie! You are the original "show up"reminder! We must schedule a get-together as soon as it's safe. xoxo
DeleteMiss you Leigh, thanks for the insight.
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