As we're entering week 32585 of quarantine, I'm rather over it!
I know.... privileged... I could be sick.. I could be dead. I'm just stuck in the house.
I'm just struggling. I'm struggling to form a new routine. My weight is up. I have a few new minorly concerning health issues... but doctors offices aren't open! Grocery shopping is difficult. My voice lessons are on hold. I miss singing with the girls!
Lately I've been feeling on the verge of tears all the time. Nothing in the world is right. People are dying. Protests are happening because people care more about themselves than others.
For fuck's sake, Disney is closed! And that's the one that bothers me the most.
Disney is my escape. In times of stress, I know that Disney is there. That I have a trip on the horizon to plan for. Even if I'm far away from a Disney trip, usually Busch Gardens is there for me to escape for a few hours. My outlets are gone.
I'm not special. Everyone's outlets are closed. Everyone's coping mechanisms are in uproar.
I think I'm going to go take a walk. See if I can get the pup to come with me. It's not a solution, but maybe it'll help for now.