I’ve actually been at a loss for words lately. The third lockdown has hit harder than the first two and last weekend was one of the lowest times I think I’ve ever had. I don’t want to get in to details because I’ve barely told people in my real life about it, I certainly wouldn’t blab about it on the internet, but thank goodness for my husband, my own parents and my in-laws (and Baby T of course), who all helped me get through it.
Since then, I’ve taken a step back from the pressure I normally put on myself. Some of that pressure came from writing two blog posts a week. This whole thing started as more of an electronic journal than anything, and while I still enjoy it, I found that a lot of my posts didn’t have a lot of heart in them. I was writing them to write something not because I wanted to write them. As a way of coming back from where I was last weekend, I’ve obviously cut back a lot on that pressure and while I might be able to get back to that kind of schedule again eventually, right now I need to get back to what I was doing in the first place and writing meaningful things that I know makes me feel better, when I’m ready to write them.
The motivation to write more will come back I’m sure, but lately instead I’ve been spending a lot of time reading, catching up on Netflix shows, going outside and giving myself time to not over think. There’s a lot of negativity in the world and it can definitely start getting to you, sometimes it feels hard to see a way out of the situation we’re all in right now.
Hitting the reset button on everything can be refreshing and remembering that if a day starts in a bad place it doesn’t have to stay there. Just keep taking more steps forward and don’t be afraid to ask for help when you need it.