Now that we’ve passed 40 days in self isolation, it feels like things should be getting easier, but it’s still touch and go. We’ve been keeping ourselves occupied with household tasks that occasionally get so punchy, it’s out of control. I revel in these great distractions when you can forget about how hard things have gotten for awhile and just laugh uncontrollably.
Outside of our tiny utopia and make-believe homesteading, I’m at a loss. There’s too much change taking place at once and too much left to the unknown to find comfort in much of anything. On a good day, the best we can all do is wring our hands and pace the floors until another day goes by. And call it good enough.
The next best thing is to try to do little things each day, to positively affect our collective mood. Before all of this, we were in the midst of buying a house, I was finishing writing my book, and some of my older kids were becoming full grown adults with a pretty solid idea of who they want to be. Now that everything is up in the air, I’m trying to gauge how it will land. And when it does, how do I help transform this tragedy into something with an upside. But it’s hard to look at things with a fresh perspective when the weight of the world is pushing down on us.
Truth be told, I’m out of my mind because we’ve lost so much. Just like you. But it’s because I have you that I’m able to get through this. Thanks for that.
xo, So Called Mom