Feeling antsy and unmotivated is just a terrible mix, who’s with me on this? My bio-rhythms are off – that’s how it feels anyway. Oddly, I feel exhausted and energized at the same time. Certain activities sound appealing and then when I go to do them I lose steam.
I got together with a friend yesterday and it was almost as though I’d forgotten how to interact. The effects of covid are real is what I’m saying.
This is me simply giving voice to what is alive for me today.
I’m crunchy; snarky; rough around the edges. I’m wearing thin by the daily grayness and ongoing, ever-present potential likelihood of rain. I miss my tribe. I miss the days before covid came to town. I miss who I was a few months ago.
Oh, right. Grief. Grieving. Loss. These things are also real.
Nothing is need of fixing or figuring out.
Some things (most things) take time.
In the wake of my recent
steppings down from roles
I’ve held joyously for years,
who am I now?
In the wake of covid cancellations
of activities and usages of time
I purposefully fill my days with,
who am I?
An unpublished, unprized, unscholarly poet
A woman writer with something to say
A woman invested in learning and building skill
and doing better – a little more each day –
to be a kind and useful human.
Funny how that sounds like both
a whole heck of a lot
and also not enough.