It baffles me the world we’re currently living in. I don’t even think baffles is the right word? Flummox? Astound? Discombobulate? Whatever…. I really really really could have never foreseen that I would deem freedom sipping a latte in a takeaway cup while perusing the grocery isles, not having to reapply makeup after every mask mandated stop (As if the word combo ‘mask mandate’ is a thing??), being in the same place as more than 100 people, Not taking a step sideways when someone sneezes, not having to resort to buying paper towels as toilet paper at the supermarket on the way home (how the heck is this a thing) although the outbreak is fading, the reminance has left scars.
Quite frankly I could not give a fuck if you are black or blue, vaccinated or not-vaccinated, tall or short, political or ermm antipolitical?, religious or atheist, chunky or slim, rich or poor, one of the 73 labels that now exist for a person to identify themselves, covered in tattoos or scared of needles, whatever your flavour I have no judgement. Your life, your choice – in all respects. I just wanted my latte sipping, isle shopping, mass socialising, toilet paper filled life back. I made my choices to navigate my way back there and I’m sure you did the same – in the best way that worked for you. Although we are still travelling this road there’s light. I do however pray it’s not a long road – I’ve never been the best at long distance (if I’m being honest I’ve never been good at short distance either).
I think everyone would agree that the last 3 years have been trying and the toll on everyone’s health from mental through to jean size has for the most part not gone the way we planned. I know it got to me, big time. For multiple reasons unfortunately COVID being the least of my worries. We all have rough patches. That’s ok. That’s life. We move forward.
Omicron outbreak, volcanic eruptions, tsunamis, earthquakes, fires, cancer – cancer fucking sucks. But what are you going to do? You just got to ride the wave and hope for the best hey. Stressing about a hard time that’s yet to come does no one any favours – especially you. I think if the past three years have taught us anything it’s to make most of the little moments, the small freedoms you get and to make the most of a shitty situation. I’m just bummed it took me this long to come to this conclusion and I managed to get fat along the way. Now I have to ‘live in the moment’ with an extra 30kgs which slightly disrupts my plans.
From the day I met Matt, due to our circumstances at the time, we always had Tuesdays as our nights together, just the two of us. So they became our date night – I looked forward to Tuesdays every week. We did everything from fishing missions, BBQs on the beach, paddleboarding, through to fancy dinners out and movie nights. It was always the night, amongst all of our chaos that we got to reconnect. Unfortunately these last 3 years we went to war against the chaos and the chaos won, the date nights faded, we were tired and the effort became minimal. So amongst the chaos we are bringing them back. Which I am thrilled about, I mean have you seen the guy? Who wouldn’t want a night with him all to yourself!? Just so we are clear though he is VERY unavailable.
So in light of all the health changes and moving back to a positive mindset this couldn’t have come at a better time. I’m 3 months in, 12.5kgs down and feeling a lot more positive about where things are heading. I’m counting on everything working itself out and am doing my best not to let those little dirty doubts creep their way in.
So here I am again settling down to write these posts that potentially no one reads.
But if you do happen to stumble across this post I hope that you are doing ok? Not getting caught up in the bullshit and making some time for yourself and your loved ones.
“The best preparation for the future is to live as if there were none”Albert Einstein