You know, this is hard. It’s really freaking hard. I’m not equip for a pandemic…emotionally. I have toilet paper and peanut butter so I’m equip in other ways.
I’m so thankful for the way my district is rolling out the new normal…it’s not perfect but it’s human and it’s thinking of families first and just trying to connect people with resources. The school worked with resources to deliver a kit of food directly to the door of two of my students who were in need. That lifted my spirits.
I’ve been worried and unable to break it down into bites so it’s more a crushing heap of uncertainty and worry. I cry, I make stupid jokes, I nap excessively, I can’t sleep, I’m eat everything in sight, I’m online all the time looking at stupid stuff, I go on walks, I talk it out, I realize all this is coping With something big and out of control…probably unhealthy…but I wouldn’t want to shock my 42 year old self with coping with say yoga, mindfulness or drinking water bleh screw that.
I’m healthy. My family is healthy. The world is changing. I’m trying. I’m failing. I have enough in me to pick myself up and try again. So that’s all we can ask for.