Watching the headlines, wondering when you are going to see your mum again has become my main past time
It’s been one of those months where I am just trying to cope. I am going to be honest, I have lost count of the rules. I think there is a Grandma exception now so my Mum can come and see my son and look after him but I am not sure as households can’t meet. So, I assume that means Mum and I could meet outside but she lives miles away. And there is no unnecessary travel. Is anyone really sure? Will I ever see my sister again?
So instead we try Zoom birthday parties and remember fondly how we wrapped up warmly for a wintery picnic while we could. In anticipation, I got heat-tech clothing and my big coat out of the loft weeks ago. But now we are staying locally, I will make myself walk again in nature near my house. Like in March when the government told us to exercise everyday, I can do this again. I have committed to this goal at least.
I don’t remember if I signed up for anything new in the first lockdown. I think I was just trying to survive, but I have just got enough sense of FOMO when I see friends attending art classes and sound baths that I might just book online experiences this time around. Or maybe I will go back to baking comfort foods and listening to audiobooks.
The term lockdown has been overused to the point where it is at once meaningless and terrifying to me, triggering that first shock in March when you could not believe it would happen. But it has happened again and I am a little numb to it all apart from these vague plans.
I am perhaps more aware of needing to entertain myself virtually, whilst trying not to numb out with hours of Netflix. I also now need to finish the massive project at work so that I can work from home again. Despite the government saying weeks ago now that you should work from home if you can, this hasn’t been feasible for me. Based on the buses and trains we have been on, a lot of work places are not facilitating this as much as they were in Spring so we will see what happens with this in the next few weeks.
Through all of this confusion and readjusting to lockdown life, I have made little time to blog or write. But I have set myself a project I have set myself this lockdown month. I will whisper it, in case trying it curses me with writer’s block. NanoWrimo. Just a small word target to keep me at it each day we are stuck inside. I am not sure how it will go, as pressure to work sometimes backfires but I will let you know if I can reach my target as the month goes on.
How about you, is anyone else using lockdown to write? Even just a little?
7 thoughts on “Life in Lockdown, part 2”
I know what you mean about feeling a little numb about this lockdown. I certainly haven’t been making as many grand plans as I did in the last lockdown. I think the main thing will be to embrace the opportunity to slow down with this lockdown, depending on your circumstances. I’m not really a writer, but I have been starting to write some newsletters for my business mailing list, which has been a new experience. It’s far out of my comfort zone, but I’ve been finding it easier the more that I do.
I hope you do find time to do some writing, but don’t worry if you don’t manage it every day. Little and often sounds like a good place to start!
I sometimes feel like I have been talking about writing for so long, I feel the pressure of expectations (from who I don’t know really?!) But these lockdowns have felt like a little microcosm of that whole way of thinking (to quote my tagline, if not now, when?) I have tried to combat that weight of expectation by making a really small and achievable target (walking, writing
Yes, this lockdown has been so strange and trying… I’ve been using every bit of my sanity to write and try to make sense of my emotions. Hang in there 💖
Thank you 😊
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I really wanted to do some “proper” writing this lockdown but instead I’m writing blog posts. Which I dont count as ‘proper’ writing for some reason One thing I have been keeping up is my 5 minute journal. Sometime in the morning I get my journal and set a timer for 5 minutes and write down as much as I can of what’s going on in my head. The idea is one day I’ll get around to doing these morning pages everyone talks about. But for now, 5 minutes is fine.
That’s great, I do morning pages -3 pages, stream of conciousness- when I can. I don’t really count it either though certainly written down enough woes this year to fill a book!