It’s one of those days. One of those weeks. Oh, who am I kidding? It’s one of those years.
I just can’t seem to get it together, no matter how hard I try. I went to the grocery store to get ingredients for turkey burgers and guess what ingredient I forgot?
Yup, the turkey.
The scatterbrainedness has gotten so bad. Maybe it’s because my husband’s COVID craft is cocktailing, but honestly I thought I could counteract any damaged brain cells with my COVID craft — learning to strum the banjolele because I read somewhere that playing a musical instrument increases your IQ by, like, 110 points and also makes you instantly lovable and you can burn off 10 pounds in a week with just 5 minutes of practice a day! I should probably double-check my internet source on those stats.
So, I don’t know that I’m good, well, actually I’m positive I’m not, but it’s fun because I’m learning to play cheesy, pop-y ‘80s and Boy Band songs that my family hums for the rest of the day, sometimes week. This I consider a win. Just a lil’ payback for the trail of Honey Nut Cheerios spilled and left on the counter and the sweatshirt abandoned on the back of the family room chair and the clean but unfolded clothes that languish in the laundry room for days and the many, many, MANY other annoying things my family does.
Also, I’m in a serious writing funk, which happens from time to time, but this time it feels … different. Like it’s possible I won’t ever write anything again, which obviously isn’t the case because … THIS. Still, I’m not convinced or motivated, and writing has always been one of my great joys. I think it’s because pandemic living is zapping my motivation for everything. Even online shopping. See? I told you it was bad.
I decided to force myself to sit and write and try to find something positive to say about 2020, which is — as we’ve already established — no one’s favorite. Still, even in the worst of times it’s possible to find some silver linings. If things had been normal, we might never have discovered:
- The joys of takeout cocktails!
- The absolute amazingness of Target parking lot pickups (sometimes even three in ONE DAY).
- An automatic excuse to wriggle out of social obligations we didn’t want to take part in anyway.
- The cozy comfort of a life lived in sweatpants, an existence previously relegated to college students only.
- That you can wear the same outfit three days in a row, even to bed, and it’s absolutely fine.
- How much we love and appreciate (and normally take for granted) locally owned businesses.
- A newfound respect for appreciating the really little things, like being able to buy toilet paper whenever you want and even enjoying annoyances like going into the office or trying to find parking in the crowded school parking lot, which would be such a joy because it would mean there is actual school.
Lastly, but not leastly, we never would have learned how incredibly resilient we are and can be. So later, 2020 — don’t let the door smack your ass on the way out.