We all know that the weekdays can race by with exceptional speed. Days, hours and minutes blend into one, before we are brought to the quiet, breath-catcher day that is Sunday. For some this day would be just as mad and busy as the rest of the week but for me it means I get to breathe for a moment. I slow down and reflect on the week that has passed, taking in the moments that have helped to make my life that bit easier and those moments that I wish I could change.
Nobody knows what life will bring from one minute to the next. Plans can change quite rapidly and we can find ourselves vying between moments of complete happiness to moments of sadness. The news we see everyday can be enough to instill fear, worry and anxiety to ones life. I can count on one hand the amount of stories I read in one day that are empowering and inspiring. But doom and gloom? Those stories are the ones that the newspapers and media like to tell.
Why is that? Why do we prefer blood shed and trauma to feel good stories?
The world is a huge wonderful place, full of amazing people, amazing places and endless possibilities but we hone in on the bad.
COVID-19, BLM, Terrorist plots, celebrity deaths; all of this plus the usual ‘build-them-up-and-knock-them-down’ mentality of the press towards celebrities makes for dreary reading and we lap it up in buckets.
Yesterday, I spent the day at my mothers house. Eating a Sunday roast, catching up with my family and feeling that little bit more normal for it. I social distanced, I refrained from hugging from people, (which feels alien to me) but I got to see them. It made my day yesterday that little bit better. I can handle the changing guidelines and the ‘bubbles’ we create to allow social connection during this lockdown shit (apologies) but I have never been able to handle not seeing my people – those that help make me the person that I am. Bit by bit I want to head towards a normal that is okay for me. I want to see those that I love. I don’t care about cinema trips, or restaurants reopening. I could go a year or more before needing to step inside anywhere like that, but being apart from my family and friends, that is the hardest part of all.
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