Just Another Pandemic Thursday

Yesterday started with this Facebook post. 
“Another day another gathering of mugs collected from about the house (and yes these are all from yesterday)
Today I am tired
I’m tired of being home
I’m tired of stopping by my office to get the mail and seeing it piled with furniture from other spaces (like the waiting room) looking more like storage than a place to heal
I’m tired of walking around my neighborhood
I’m tired of seeing clients on video
I miss people
I miss hugs
I miss the feeling of being in shared space
I’m longing for open spaces and a change of scenery
I’ve ridden this wave over and over this past year
The up and down of I’m ok vs I’m not so sure I’m ok
I’m sharing this because I know I am not alone. I talk to people everyday who are struggling with the ongoing isolation, or throwing caution to the wind because of the challenge of tolerating it
I’m sharing this because if you’re tired too, I just want you to know I’m with you. ”
 
I had to go to the post office after I wrote this. So I did what any down in the dumps girl with a closet full of clothes and no place to wear them would do. I cranked on some tunes, got dressed up, and  put on makeup. Completed the ensemble with boots and a little attitude and went “out”. To the post office For literally like 2 minutes. I spoke to one person. I left a pre paid package on the counter. 
Things I learned from this experience. 

1. I have forgotten how to leave the house. Although I remembered my face covering and hand sanitizer I did not remember the keys for the house or the car. This led to gratitude for a hide a key and  frustration at trying to set down all the items I had gathered to leave the house in the first place, without dropping the post office box.  (apparently after months of not leaving the house often, I have forgotten the benefits of a purse)
2. I do not ever wear makeup. There is a reason for this. I do not know how to effectively apply makeup. I despise trying to take it off later. And because I do not wear it often my small cache of beauty products is frequently dried out and flaky by the time I attempt to put them on my face. Thus driving home the point that I do not know how to effectively put on make up. 
3. Music is magic. This is the medicine I have been coming back to again and again over the 6 months. I can find my way out of a mood, and back to any one of my many selves simply by listening to music. I can find the wild child, the moody angsty teen, the strong powerful activist, the quiet reflective young woman and any number of other girls that reside within.  
4. Dressing for success is real. No I was not successful in remembering all the things needed to leave the house. But I was successful in shifting my mood and perspective and the way I felt in my body. 

The moral? When in doubt turn on some music, make a trip to your closet and find out who wants to make an appearance today.

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