Do all days right now feel the same to you, too? Do you feel yourself turning into this odd shell of a human with longer hair, longer beard (if you’re a beard growing type), and wearing softer clothes than ever before? This year, this insane flaming pile of flaming poo of a year, has been one of the strangest in human history, and we’re all changed for it, but…but…WE ARE STILL HERE, dammit, still fighting the good fights, still persevering despite so many reasons to just give up and stop caring. We care for each other, we care for our families, our friends, our neighbors, hell, strangers halfway across a globe. We are still here, and I call us heroic for this.
Thank you for this! So many days I struggle to be ok with the simple fact that I tried.
Working from home, the days blur together, one into the next. Our workday may or may not start with a shower and actual clothes, and the commute is generally a trip down the hall by way of the coffee pot. What started as a Monday morning is suddenly Wednesday afternoon, and before long it's Friday again. Yet somehow we manage to be productive, contributing to the purpose and goals of our lives. Will we ever go back to a life where alarms wake us early enough to actually dress, have breakfast and drive to the company that writes our paycheck?