Hey friends, show of hands if you, too, feel like time has lost all meaning (“Time’s gone all David Lynch!” as Buffy might say.) I actually woke up on Friday morning and had NO clue what day, week or month it was, let alone the hour. Turns out it was 7:34 am.
Like a lot of people, I’m bored and unmotivated and more than a little frightened. But I’m also going to shut the hell up about all of those things, because somewhere – somewhere close by; friend of mine is an epidemiologist – someone has it much, MUCH worse than a nagging case of boredom (very much enjoying all the memes taking celebrities apart for griping about ANYTHING. Please tell me again how difficult this is on you from the comfort of your multi-million dollar ranch. Y’all got as much to complain about as I do.)
Anyhow, once I sorted out what day it was, I decided to do my nails. Absent the four or five manis I’ve done since we moved, I really haven’t been keeping up with my nail art, and I’ve missed it. It’s comforting in a “Wow, has nail polish always smelled this bad?!” kind of way, and if ever there was a time for a bit of creative reassurance, this would be it.
So I sat down at my coffee table in the livingroom, cranked up the twenty one pilots, just like in the old condo days, and did these pretty floral nails. And I felt much better afterwards.
So, small lesson here? In the midst of all this chaos, fear and uncertainty, try not to fall too far down the rabbit hole (and definitely not to the point where you no longer know what day it is.) Keep up with the things that bring you joy and relaxation, no matter how insignificant they may seem in the grander scheme of our new, CORONA ONLY world. Because we’re still living, odd though the circumstances might be, and every now and then we need a reminder of WHY.
Stay safe and sane, friends.