If you aren’t a Doctor Who fan, “Wibbly Wobbly Timey Wimey” probably won’t make much sense.
But really, what makes sense anymore? Does anything make sense?
I did not realize how much I needed clearly delineated separation of events.
For instance, when life was what we were used to, before I worked in the morning, certain things happened. I would wake up and fuck about on the internet until I had nearly no time to get ready and I would throw on makeup, fix my hair, get dressed and leave.
My commute was between 25-35 minutes. I spent that time wisely. I switched between the 80s and 90s stations on Sirius and yelled at other drivers because they’re assholes. I kind of miss them now.
I would get to work, have my morning conversation with my office mate and settle in for the day. I would try not to calculate how many minutes were left before I could start the commute home.
As it were, the routine was actually important to me.
Now? Time is just a continuous glob of things that happen. Wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff.
There is no separation. I’m just usually in my bedroom, now my bedroom/home office.
What the fuck does makeup even mean? I’m just going through the motions to bathe and even that is not often enough.
Although, I think my skin is looking pretty good. I think not stripping my face of all it’s moisture quite so much is equaling out the additional alcohol I’m consuming.
Life will continue to be strange and I accept my struggles.
I’m trying to find positive ways to counter the anxiety and depression I feel over my new “not routine” and over all the frightening and sad news we are deluged with daily.
You guys, the USPS is in trouble. We need the post office. I went online and bought some stamps. If you can afford to, why don’t you order a few stamps yourself? We need the fucking post office.
So, now I have these stamps coming I don’t really need and thought perhaps now would be the perfect time to bring back the art of letter writing.
If any of you would like a letter or a postcard from me, hit me up on my contact page and I will write you a letter.
At least, until I run out of stamps.
Fair warning, the blog is dedicated to perimenopause, so some of you might not be overly interested in the content.
I hope you are all staying safe. I hope if you have a new routine that it is not messing with you too much.
Take care of each other. Stay home if you can. Wash your hands.