I’m not sure what I can share today, from my living room, where I am isolated for the time being. I am lucky to have my dog living with me at the moment, and we go out four times a day for a walk. That’s all the outdoor time we get. At home, I drink my coffee, exercise, write my blogs, edit my vlogs and play games. That’s all I do, but not knowing where all of this is going, is a frightening thing.
I talked before about how we are not meant to stay isolated and how it can mess with our brain. I also stated that some self-isolation periods are welcome. But not knowing when this period will come to an end is the scary part. It’s the part that throws us out of comfort zone and directly into the pit of despair we are screaming from.
I decided a week ago that reading the news more than once per day is having terrible effects on my overall wellbeing, so I stopped doing it. But reading the news is the only link I have left that connects me to the world. Otherwise, I am literally living in my bubble, my little concrete cage, with windows that don’t see the sun much, where I stumble into my furniture because I don’t have enough space.
As I stare into my dog’s eyes, I am starting to understand what his life has been like, all these years.
I don’t have a TV, nor a Netflix subscription. I try to set out an environment to stimulate my creativity and my desire to create. But I am only human, and some days are better than others. I can’t force any more words to come out, because I have none. Today.
The conclusion is that no matter what you do and what you work on, there will be good days and bad days. Don’t stress yourself too much on the bad days. They make us recognise the good ones.