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Day 29: I Don’t Wanna Get Outta Bed

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This is Hudson, hiding under a pillow.

I felt the same way today.

The weather shifted last night and I woke up with a migraine.  I sat down to work with a huge mug of coffee, but it wasn’t enough. My migraine meds make me tired and grumpy.  Being grumpy at work is not a good thing.

NJ has started week five of social distancing.  Today the news announced that NY may have had 10,000 deaths.  NJ has 2800.  There seems to be no end to this.  Some articles predict that we are in for 18 months of various degrees of social distancing.  And then there is the looming economic fallout.

There is some good news.  In NJ, a new saliva test will be used, one that is processed more quickly.  People are stepping up and helping those who need it.  Celebrities are donating money and time to lift our spirits. Antibody tests are starting in CA.

But for me, this is becoming more real, real in that this may not be over by Memorial Day, or early summer. We may have restrictions lifted for a while, but only to have them imposed later.  The uncertainty of it all is stressing me out.

I am grateful that we can stay home as a family.

Hopefully a better night sleep will make the world seem a bit brighter tomorrow.

Take care of yourself reader.

Namaste

 

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Day 10: Dealing With Real Life Gunk While Living in The Surreal Covid 19 World

Day 10.

We are beginning to fray a bit at the edges, I think.  Friends have called to chat about hitting the proverbial wall, strange dreams, or excessive stress.

Today I was coerced into dealing with my car insurance company once my Doc said he wasn’t getting paid because of my deductible.  I spent hours calling my insurance company and the other driver’s insurance company.  And then I googled the what ifs, which are never good. NJ is a “no fault” state, meaning that even though it has been determined that I had no fault in being rear ended, I still may end up paying my deductible and 20% copay.  I felt my nerves unraveling during the last call.  My blood pressure rose, and my tone changed.  I gave up after that.

I know we are all in this Dystopian nightmare called Covid 19 together.

And I guess it will take a while to get everything resolved.

And I can’t control other people’s actions and/or thoughts.

I can only control my CALM: Creative at Alleviating Lousy Moods.

We have friends who are trying to sort out dire tangles in their life.  One is dealing with excessive work responsibilities. Another…the loss of a family member.  A third, has a child with cancer.

None of these situations have stopped because of Covid 19, social distancing, sheltering in place, or curfews.  We just need to figure them out in this new context and hold onto the thought that “this too shall pass”.

Namaste

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Stress and Writing, or the not of…

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I am blessed.  I thrive on stress.  Usually.

But as I get older, I have noticed that just behind Stress is Distress.  Burn out actually, which is followed by RAGE.

There was a time when working full-time, going to graduate school, and trying to write felt like juggling oranges.  Sweet ones.  But now, I feel like the oranges are on fire.

So I make deals with myself.  I will start writing again when… the house is cleaned, the students’ essays are graded, Nana’s party arrangements are made, make it to the gym once per week, sign Munchkin up for camp, soccer season ends, school calms down, etc., etc., etc.

My life becomes like the pet hamster in his exercise ball.  I can see the end, but I keep rolling over and over and over.  I can’t break through the clear block to actually do something.  The frenetic energy makes me feel like the Taz from Looney Tunes stuck in slime, the kind you make with your kid on a rainy day with food coloring and Elmer’s.  Insert image here.

Writing during these moments rarely happens because as I plod along further into middle age, my tolerance decreases and I fall back to “But life was supposed to be like…”  Thoughts spin. My body twitches, especially the left eyelid.   And then I just want to drool in front of the TV.  If I am lucky, I will pick up a book.

But write?

It seems easier to call up a friend and vent.

Writing down those erratic thoughts can make my hand cramp.  And for the story I’ve been working on for three months?  Well, that is just about as disjointed as a bad sitcom.

But writing down those troubled thoughts in the privacy of the page makes you face the truth, whatever shape and size it is.  No matter how ugly it is. Truth is truth.  Mostly.

I need to be calm when I sit down to write.

Life needs to be somewhat neat and organized for me to punch words onto a page.

That’s what middle age has done to me.  Slowed me down.  But maybe that’s what’s supposed to happen anyway.

So dear audience, tell me how you do it.  How do you write when your life is enveloped in chaos?  Love to hear from you!

Happy Writing,

JMonell