This is what I like to call the behind-the-scenes pic of my Christmas morning. This pic feels a lot like the past couple of weekshas, and what I worry weeks will continue to feel like: Decent attempts to connect remotely with loved ones that - despite going as well as can be expected - will always fall short of the dream; immense effort with what feels like unequal return value; cluttered, messy chaos everywhere after which I seem to perpetually be picking/cleaning up. 2 weeks of personal peace, revert to months of anxiety (and now depression). Vaccine, scary mutation. Election, sedition. New Year, same year.
January 7, 2021
A lot. To be honest, this has been the worst year of my life, even worse than the first year of pandemic. We should be having winter vacation by now, enough time to do something just a little bit different that we don't have time to do on normal days. But everything is still a mess, we had a lot less break time due to the days we had lost by the beginning of the year of quarantine. I just feel exhausted and totally not ready to get back to my daily duties
July 23, 2021