It’s been nearly a week since my last post, I guess time really does fly when you’re doing absolutely nothing.
Today marks the 3rd week of my re-vamped blog being alive, which also means it marks the 3rd week of official lockdown – when the restrictions started for only going outside once a day, essential shopping and seeing no one that isn’t a person you live with.
One of the reasons I wanted to start this diary series was so that I had something in the future to look at and reflect one – just in case I ever forget how straight up weird this time of our lives was. 3 weeks in, it still seems surreal that this is actually our lives in 2020.
We just had the Easter bank holiday which I’d score a solid 6/10. Better than average because we had divine sun and I was able to top up my honeymoon tan, but still not at the top marks because I missed our usual Easter traditions and my mum had to go into hospital for an operation thing on her eyes. Was a bit gruesome but I don’t really know the details – she’s been sporting sunglasses for 10 days now, but she did manage a glass of vino yesterday so all is not lost.
I had a video call with my uni girls yesterday and one of our conversations particularly stuck with me, and also makes me a bit nervous for the future – and that conversation was that none of us are actually bored, at all. In fact, we’re all finding that days are still going by too quickly.
What is all that about?
In my first few self-isolation diary entries I talked about the anxiety I was experiencing in my chest that I pinned down to restlessness – something I assumed was due to boredom. But I’m simply not bored. I do my novel writing course, I watch lots of movies and Netflix series (just finished Unorthodox – was okay, bit of a pointless ending, didn’t seem to go anywhere, but still interesting), I bake, I eat and I work out.
Because of video calls, I still feel like I’m socialising and seeing my friends and family.
I almost feel normal. But that scares me, because when life does go back to normal, how will I actually cope? Will I experience the chest anxiety feeling again? Not looking forward to that if so.
Also, what is with all these instagram nominations that are going on at the moment? Loving the 5k challenge which is raising money for the Run for Heroes campaign (hubby got nominated yesterday so assume that is coming my way), but I’ve also been nominated to down a drink and share the first photo me and husband took together. Who is inventing these? Can anyone invent them? I guess its a laugh though, so can’t complain can I.
Chat soon x