Last day of January 2021. What a year! What a 2020! What keeps hope alive? Another gray, cold day. Rain and snow in the forecast. Trying to get motivated and stay motivated.
I don't feel I have spent this time well. I should have learned another language by now or a least perfected my French. Should have painted a masterpiece. Should have regained my girlish figure. On and on we go.
Yet every time I leave the house I wonder is this the day I get infected. I am at a low level of anxiety all the time. That and boredom. This has gone on so long and new strains threaten us. There isn't enough vaccine. Things like that tend to suck the life out of creativity. I should cut myself some slack.
I remind myself of what is positive. I didn't go through with the divorce. I have a solid roof over my head. Rather than being angry with each other in isolation, Kevin and I are getting along. Our children are doing well. We got to spend Christmas together. I had work and some adventures last year. My candidates won. It hasn't all been bad.
So I get up every day , drink coffee, get something to eat. Put on woolly socks. Let the dog in and out. Check the local Covid report from the health department. Try to plan something good for dinner. Walk and go to yoga when I can. And on we go into February.