COVID-19 is a kind of war, I suppose. All I know is that I woke with this song stuck in my head. I’ve been singing it all day. Alexa, bless her robotic little heart, plays it for me anytime I ask.
In the spirit of hope, I purchased shoes today to wear when this war is over. They’ve been in my Amazon cart for months and I HAD successfully resisted in buying them, but today was different. I’ve been avoiding thinking too far into the future for fear of what my brain will conjure. Yes, my anxiety — worry about the future — is in hyperdrive. I’m not usually anxious. This is new behavior for me.
I’m driving myself slowly crazy. So in the interest of mental health, I let my brain fast forward to the time when this all over. My life’s motto has long been “this too shall pass.” Hence the new shoes. I decided that I will need new shoes when I foray into a crowded public again.
An Aside: When I was a child, I was told (by a book? a teacher? my own imagination? I don’t know) that, surprisingly, shoes are one of the first things people notice about a person. I took that way too much to heart.
We should be well into sandal season by the time I get to wear them. In the meantime, it appears I shall have time to do a great many things around the house that I haven’t had time or motivation (or time and motivation at the same time) to tackle. When this war is over, I envision having a clean, well-organized home. I’m also going to lose weight, write my first novel, and teach my dogs some manners.
My hopes may be a bit overblown, but this I know: this too shall pass.
Happy Saturday, y’all. What are you doing to take care of you?