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.