I need to get off of this freaking ride. This week marks one month of quarantine and the roller coaster continues. Maybe I could call this post more ramblings of a madwoman? I had times where I was worried I was actually going mad and others where I was just plain angry. Other days, I felt so at peace. This myriad of emotions is out of control. Is it just me?
It has been a bit of a crazy week around my neck of the woods. Ten minutes away from where I live seems to be a ground zero for this damn virus. Sorry for the curse, but darn is not a strong enough adjective.
Yesterday, I asked a friend of mine if she wanted to come somewhere with me. After thinking about it overnight, her response was she could not because she was trying to maintain her inner peace.
It happens a few times a year, this feeling of not wanting to take a shower. Not wanting to leave the house. I just want to plant myself on the couch, watch TV, and be alone. Always the holidays, again late in winter and then the summer. Being sad when you know you should be happy.
This year, I went in a different direction. I am not a huge fan of Mother’s Day, and interestingly enough, so many people I spoke to aren’t either.
Today is Easter, the holiest day of the year, and I didn’t feel it was appropriate to write a travel blog. Instead, I will tell another story about my Easter baby, why we always count our blessings and are grateful to God during this time. This is a little story behind our trip to Italy for pizza and a wish finally fulfilled.
I don’t go to church anymore, but my faith has never been stronger! A few of you may want to argue that point with me, and some currently do, but I know how I feel.
I am just going to have to come out of my bubble for a minute. Get my head out of the sand! It isn’t as though I don’t know messed up shit happens in this world, I DO KNOW! I just don’t want to watch it or hear about it anymore. It can seriously ruin your mental health.