I felt the weight of it.
Took 18 weeks, but I felt it.
The weariness of it.
After managing through distance learning with two kids and one computer, summer and the beginnings of a heat wave with no weekend beach trips, and the worst was yet to come. I felt the weight of it.
Coronavirus.
I’m not sick. I’m one of the lucky ones, but going through this finally got to me.
I was strong for about 18 weeks and just the foul mood of it all got to me and the day ended on a crappy note. I think it’s a matter of space. Being quarantined with your mother while trying to raise your kids and keep them on the positive tip, taxes every part of your being by dinner time. I have found that space is of the utmost importance.
Crucial.
Night time has become a welcomed friend to gather my thoughts or just rest from the anxiety of being with someone that’s not on the same page as you.
Yoga and meditation provide some needed Zen Moments when the goodness of the morning runs has worn off. But today it all got to me and I snapped. The headache came and my patience was lost as I yelled what all moms yell after a long day.
Go to bed!
And then some …
And so …
It was quiet and the guilt of yelling before bed hit me and of course I realized I needed more patience but had spent it all dealing with my mother and her ways.
So I remembered to breathe and allowed myself a little grace.
It was a rough beginning of the week, and it caught up with me on hump day.
Celebrating my daughter’s birthday, trying to find that special moment for her and all the vibrancy, creativeness, joy, and strength in her, while at the same time mourning my dad on the anniversary of his death makes for an epic emotional roller coaster weekend.
The mix of emotions spiraled.
And I knew it. I felt it.
I realized how fast my daughter was growing one day, trying to slow it down as I saw her smiling and how much I missed my father at the cemetery the next. Celebrating with S’mores Icebox cake, tide pool discoveries, unwrapping paints, canvases, sketch pads and a new bicycle with welcomed happiness and laughter one day, and then tears, heartbreak, and childhood memories the next.
Missing him on days like that weaken my spirit.
And then I realized why I snapped …
I know the days are one after the other. They’ve always been that way and I prepare myself but it just hit extra harder this year.
Having no space of my own makes an impact on emotional well-being.
But I was able to revisit a place that helped me find some Zen, some place to breathe.
Gonna be able to reset and do better tomorrow. Hope you do too.
Buen Camino my friends!
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