I did not need a blogging break after all. What I needed was a break from the shit show out there that passes for news, and I somehow got confused. Shit show? Blog? You can see how it might happen.
This could be the corona virus talking, but I don’t think we can completely divorce ourselves from all the negativity of the world. While bad news followed by more bad news gets old fast, most of us want to stay connected. Connected but not immersed? It may be a shit show out there, but that doesn’t mean we should binge-watch the entire season.
It turns out I require a different system for processing information. Not everything needs to be hoarded like hand sanitizer and toilet paper.
If my brain were an office, and you walked in, it would look like a bomb exploded. Mountains of crumpled newspapers, gigabytes of unfiltered information floating about like space junk, blueberry scone crumbs and yellow crime scene tape. It’s ugly in there.
My plan is to tidy up my brain and take out the trash. Not everything will get tossed. I mean, some things aren’t pleasant, but you probably need to know about it to stay somewhat relevant. I’m thinking a new folder with a label that says, “Does Not Spark Joy.” Because there is so much in life that does spark joy, and it’s a shame to let the rest of it cheat you out of happiness.
Seize the day.
As it happens, Dale and I are uniquely suited for battling the corona virus. We’re retired homebodies with no travel plans, few friends and an aversion to public places and most restaurants. We are experienced at social distancing and freak if the doorbell rings.
While it’s true many psychopaths are loners, many loners are not psychopaths. We’re kind and charming people. It’s just that most of the time, we don’t really want to talk to you. However, if you are bringing beer, we might reconsider.
Thanks to Dale, we also have an aggressive toilet paper supply system. He has always been Johnny Mission when it comes to maintaining inventory. And for reasons undisclosed, I use toilet paper like party streamers.
All in all, I didn’t actually take a real break. Seriously, a break from what? I eat, sleep, golf, walk, swim laps, cook, read, write, grow cannabis and periodically stop to purge my brain of the stuff that does not spark joy.
Illegitimi non carborundum!
Loosely translated as, “Don’t let the bastards grind you down.”
We normally refrain from drinking during the week (Mon-Thur), but I am thinking that perhaps we should put that on hiatus for the time being. Alcohol absolutely helps keep the stress levels down! 😕
Yeah, I don’t think I could make it through the week.
Yay!! So glad to hear you are still blogging.
Thank you!
I do so enjoy your writing. Thank you for the giggle. The most company we get is when Amazon delivers a parcel, so I hear you girl. Glad you decided to stay.
I so appreciate the nice feedback. I almost always go for the giggle.
And the introverts shall inherit the earth…a post-COVID-19 scenario.😜
Deb
Exactly. We’re ready.
Glad you are back
Thanks! Glad to be back.
So glad you’ve decided to keep blogging for now. I understand about the news overload. We need a turn around on what’s happening in the world today.
Do we ever! But I’m thinking if I can’t change the news, I’ll need to change how I react to it.
I enjoyed that peek inside your “office.” Glad you’re back.
Oh, yeah. The office. It’s a mess. Lots of tidying up to do.
I happen to like the parody – “the life-changing magic of not giving a f*ck” by Sarah Knight. It’s a hoot and is a great complement to “does that bring you joy” theory. But since you have the “people” thing down to a science, you might not need that one. Lol. Your readers may find it amusing though.
I just checked, and the library has it! It’s currently checked out, so I put a hold on it. Can’t wait. Because I’m a people person.
I am so glad that you didn’t need a lengthy break, and your first blog back was a hoot! I laughed out loud at the description of inside your brain, which is eerily similar to my own. The New York Times ran an article by a millennial about their ambivalence about dealing with the coronavirus; he made me both laugh and think when he talked about the difficulty in the nonstop emotional calibrating required – am I worrying too much? not enough? Good times.
This is a hard one, but I’m vowing to keep my sense of humor through the duration.