Day 61 of lockdown.... Not a spectacularly bad day nor a spectacularly good day.
I was grateful to see a good friend briefly as she dropped something off. Just a minute or 2, looking each other in the eyes catching up 6 weeks of life in 3 minutes flat. 👩 👩
I'm truly missing human contact in the way of seeing friends. Walking to the beach. Just leaving home and going wherever I want, whenever I want without worrying about being policed.
I need a lot of grace these days to get through each day. I'm not depressed. I know this will eventually come to an end. I'm just tired. It's been a long trek and it's not over quite yet.
I wish all of you grace for these days. Some days somehow is just harder than others. Today was such a day.
I've not done much today yet I'm dead on my feet. The uncertainty of not knowing by how much our restrictions will be lifted is killing me. Having packed so we could move end of last month means I've been living out of crates and suitcases for the past 3 weeks. No mean feat. Having no electricity in my kitchen for the past 9 weeks is also taking its toll on my sanity. I try and stay positive. At least I have a kitchen, at least I have food to cook in that kitchen. At least I have a roof over my head. I'm thankful, believe me I am.
My heart breaks of all the stories of people going hungry, people losing their jobs and livelihoods, losing their homes, losing their sanity. I want to bestow some grace upon them and pray that it will be ok.
It's a veritable rollercoaster of emotions. Up, up, up and then we crash down. Sometimes so hard it feels like we have a concussion. Some more grace needed urgently.
I'm going to to apply some of that grace to myself now and go to bed. Thank you to all of you for being here every day, reading my posts whether good or bad, Positive or negative. Those of you whom bestow grace upon me with your support.
Goodnight and sleep tight everyone. ❤️
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