Surprisingly Uneasy. Uneasy on a Sunday Morning.
The words that have been floating through my mental wordle in big bold are Shelter in Place. Big fluffy word clouds surrounded by smaller words like surreal, effort, write, sing, sin, love, dance, responsibility, lonely, and the list goes on. It is impossible to discuss my state of mind without tackling the subject of being split between two homes and, by default, two families. I spent a ton of time on the road this weekend, as I do every weekend, but this time it was mostly late night drives home. The roads were full and aggressive as ever. I wonder if that is set to change following the daily announcements of increasing levels of lockdown? I wonder if Shelter in Place is set to become a reality, and what I need to do in order to keep my dispersed family together?
These are not the only thoughts coursing through my troubled little brain bag. There is joy in there too. I’m reading more and reading good stuff. I’ll be issuing book reports here again later this week. I am also writing more. I stopped dodging this gem of a story idea and actually put several thousand words on paper. It is just preliminary, but the story looks like it has a lot of potential. What worries me is that I’ve barely written a word since touching back down in Arizona. That always worries me.
In order to keep that engine from stalling I need to put some serious butt in chair time into action on the words. Now that I actually have time to sit my butt in the same chair without worrying about traveling back and forth to the workplace, I think I can definitely be more productive. Working from home feels like a small blessing in all of this.