I feel much better today but now have basically spent 14 hours in the same chair and must get off this computer. You see, that is the problem. I spend all day in a directors chair at my dining room table in front of two screens and my iPad. And then in the evening when I want to chat with friends and family and play games and write, I have already had my share of screen time and that may be the biggest problem for me with this whole isolation. I think that is why Wednesdays are looking to be the most sad for me. I am worn thin at that point. For some reason it really is a tough hump for me to get over. I had a client call today and when I said I was in week 4 of isolation alone, he was sorry as he knew I was a social bug, like him. I volunteer for a few organizations and it is so fulfilling, so mind clearing and expanding that I feel a need to do it. I know it is good for them but it is very good for me and I still haven’t quite found the thing to replace it. Today is frustrating as I also was busy all evening on this machine and now it is 10:24 pm and I have managed to get in only 1064 steps. I am going to allow myself to be ok with that. I have been doing really well. I treated myself to some Tupperware tonight which supports a friend in her small business and that feels good. So what this blog really is, is a marker of how things are going, what the patterns are, where shifts need to be made. I had a lovely concerned text from a friend today a bit concerned about the brevity of my recent posts and was I ok. I wasn’t and I am grateful she noticed and reached out. It made me work at turning it around and I was happier by days end. Cool thing about the Online Tupperware party tonight was there was a large group of ladies from Radville, Saskatchewan where my Grandad Ernie Bellavance grew up and his parents are buried. It was neat to hear of the wee town of 860 in southern Saskatchewan.
https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/117335922/marie-bellavance
It’s so true, isn’t it. We’re being tested every minute of every day to see if we can adapt, turn lemons into lemonade, or regulate. The reward is personal growth… which you don’t actually realize until you’re well past where you were. No instant satisfaction. Carry on, Marnée . I enjoy your posts. Big hugs!
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