I actually found myself missing the early parts of quarantine the other day. I got annoyed with myself but...

everything was fully on pause and yes I was anxious every single day... but I wasn’t anxious *and* working nonstop *every single day* like I am (we are?) now.

Something happened a few months back where it went from “we’re all figuring this out-be patient with yourselves” to “YOU’RE HOME I KNOW YOU CAN GET ON 71 ZOOMS TODAY AND COOK YOUR OWN FOOD AND WORK OUT AND WRITE THREE NOVELS AND TEACH YOUR KIDS YOU JERK”

Am I buggin?

It feels like folks figured out their broadband capacity and all of a sudden patience got replaced with a double portion of busy-ness and we are *still in a mind-bending and anxiety producing pandemic* and I see folks getting straight mean to folks w boundaries.

A few weeks ago my therapist made me completely reframe my schedule because I looked up and without intending to I was working 7 days a week every week in the same 4 walls on heavy, existential stuff & disinfecting the house daily but wondering why I was burnt out.

Um, duh

I say all of this knowing FULL well there are many folks in far worse circumstances.

I just didn’t know if I was the only one feeling the shift.

Sending everyone