COVID-19 Lockdown, Day 43

Another hard day. It was good to keep busy because action is the enemy of thought. I was fine when I was getting stuff done, but when I am rested, that's when it begins to hurt. I currently feel as if my emotions are being held back by a dam. Sure, a little creeps through, but something is keeping them back. Maybe I have not found the right place or time to let loose. Maybe I have just run out of tears; I just don't know.

Thankfully, I have my ladies--Mom, The Wife, Fights-with-Bull, and She-sits-by-the-Fire--to help me get through this. I really worry about my cousin Putty, who lost her mother, and my Grandma Lela who lost a daughter. I pray that they will  be all right. Even thinking about losing my mother triggers me. Again, I know that death or passing is a transition we must all encounter, but I truly hope that my time away from her on this planet will be no more than 5 minutes. Seriously.

One thing that helps me is remembering the lyrics to the song I recently learned. It has a simple, yet very powerful message.


Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day. We are having a Zoom program meeting, and we are all encouraged to wear something silly. I plan to wear my Tyrolian hat and lederhosen. We will see who is the silliest! 

--Signing off.



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