7 months in and…. I. Am. Done. Coronacoaster is like the never-ending ride that just won’t stop.
It’s Monday – and I’m great! I get up early, workout, blend up a GGS (a la @_KymberlySnyder) and I’m at my desk working by 9 am. I churn out stories, edit images, throw in a load of laundry. It’s only noon and I’ve put a full day of work. In the afternoon, I’m making calls, check in on my tribe and make dinners; so, so many dinners I have made over the past 7 months! After I tidy up the kitchen, I pour myself a glass of red and settle in to watch The Politician, thanks @gwynethpaltrow for coming out of acting retirement!
I think to myself – I’ve got this! I crushed the day and I feel great. I finish off this perfect day with my gratitude journal, a mediation with @Tara Brach and tuck myself into bed. I’ve got this smooth ride into the unknown…until I don’t, and the ride goes off the rails.
Three hours later and I am still reading. Its going to be a terrible day. I finally fall asleep completely exhausted. So much for restorative REM sleep.
I open my eyes around 8 am. I begrudgingly drag myself out of bed directly to the Nespresso to pour myself a VERY large cup of coffee. Two and a half cups in and I’ve gone from being exhausted to jittery, anxious and filled with fear. How is it possible for my world to turn around so quickly? All I want to do is crawl back into bed, watch Netflix and wait for the world to open up.
While this rollercoaster of angst and anxiety feel endless, I know that this ride will slow down just long enough so I can once again catch my breath and enjoy the silver linings …as fleeting as they may be.