It’s Wednesday and I have this back of my mind feeling that it’s supposed to be a significant day.
Wodens (or Odin) Day.
Mid week day.
An unbirthday day.
I can’t put my finger on whatever it is that’s supposed to mark it. (and it’s highly possible that the back of my mind is just snickering as it watches me dart anxiously about)
Back in March I was positive that by now I would have completed several creative-ish projects and probably written a new novel. Learned conversational Armenian so I could impress Ives Hovanessian-Grau. Mastered the art of cooking with a sous vide (helped by a mere glance at 1 or 2 youtube videos) and perhaps also nonchalantly made my own pate.(this from a woman who messes up store bought puff pastry you ask? hush….)
In between hand sewing an entire new wardrobe and of course READING EVERYTHING I NEVER HAVE TIME FOR.
Well. It’s August. No creative-ish projects. I am not even minimally crafty so why I thought lockdown would endow me with Mad Skillz I have no idea. No Armenian. (sorry Ives. Still love you!) No sous vide. And I hate pate, so what…?
But the reading. Yes. I have had some extra time and have read some AMAZING books. So this is a happy thing.
If I never get to anything else….so what. There is always pressure to work and then work harder. To achieve and hold the Fraud Police at bay. More pressure from myself is ridiculous.
I feel like the whole world is holding our collective breath. All we can do is the best we can. We have all been affected. We are all struggling, all bored at times and life is certainly much different than it was a year ago. But may I say that I am grateful for all of you?
Even though there are whole blocks of days I only lurk here, I can always find something inspirational, funny, uplifting, poignant, affirming…something of value here.
And I am grateful.
Virtual hugs to all of you.