"Why is this so hard?"
I ask myself regularly.
I have shelter, food, employment, my family is healthy this moment.
People are suffering more right now and have suffered more through time.
.
And still it feels like I'm moving through mud.
Nagging thoughts buzz around me as I squelch through my morning routine, "Do more." "Chin up." "Get going." "It's not that bad.' "Pull it together."
I swat at them, just wishing I could lie down.
But also afraid I might not get back up.
It seems quarantine and general angst of global suffering is enough to get this empath down. And then there is all the non-COVID related suffering.
There isn't enough time in the day to wail for all that is broken and aching. Is routine sacrilege?
I put my apron on this morning not out of motivation or inspiration. I put it on lost in the mystery of the movement of life. A new day. A new week. Some moments so familiar. Some moments new in beauty. Some moments exquisitely painful. I hope that showing up will help me find my way.
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