That is the question.
Life is a bumpy road. That’s true for most of the moments of a life, but this period of time has me jumping from moment to moment like a critter caught in the instant before being hit by a spotlight — and waiting for the sound of a bullet.
The mind can’t take the constant pounding of information, fear, and disgust.
The latter is to all the people taking advantage of the situation and ripping off those who are stuck doing the right thing. Thieves, scammers, spitters, robbers (highway and any other form), hoarders, dividers, etc., etc.
It makes me sick.
And the incidents play in my head like a record player with the needle stuck in the centre – over and over and over, the sound of pain and distress leaks through the cracks.
I can’t take the constancy and consistency of all the pain of all the people.
So, I’m going to start a journal. I’ve done journals a few times in my life, but if this isn’t the best time to do it again – well, I’m a monkey’s pile of poo.
Of course, I can’t go to the shop to get a notebook, if I order online and wait for one — oh, no deliveries of non-essential items? —
Where and what to do to make a journal?
There are several old diaries, one or two days to a page, A4 and A5 sizes. They’ll do. Not much written in them, all-year diaries, too.
My new journal starts today: Day One of ‘Staying Sane in … [still thinking of what that last bit will be]’.
What are you doing to keep the head on the shoulders and not flying off into the neither-here-nor-there moments?