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Social Distance

I am feeling really sad today. I don’t know why. I am trying to articulate it in my head so that I can just sit with it and understand it and then hopefully it will go away. I’ve been following Susan David PhD (https://www.susandavid.com) on social media.  She is really great and very soothing right now.  I strongly recommend checking her out for a daily dose of kindness and compassion.  And one of the things she suggests is understanding our negative emotions.  They don’t have to be these shameful thoughts that we try to hide. We have to accept our emotions and our feelings.  True that. So anyway, I feel sad today. And I feel down. And I feel hopeless. I think the grey skies in London aren’t helping with my low mood today.  When we first went into lockdown way back in March, the sun was shining and it was all so novel and new that it felt kind of liberating to not have a busy social schedule to manage.  No school drop offs, no activities, no forced socializing.  It was amazing.  For a natural introvert like me, it was actually heaven.  Dare I say it, during lockdown 1.0, I was thriving ( Things I like about lockdown). But having the sun and nice weather made life so much easier.  We actually felt like walking in the park and taking our bikes out. It didn’t feel like drudgery.  Now, with the grey, heavy skies and the onslaught of rain, going out just feels like work.  I miss social interactions ( Things I miss).  I miss the business of modern life.

I is sad today.

I was talking to my friend ASK a few weeks ago about tae kwon do ( My week; You Phoney Impostor).  We are both tae kwon do addicts and our conversation drifted to something else and he said to me, “you’re feeling down today, aren’t you?” I guess my mood swings are so obvious.  Kind of embarrassing that I can’t keep my shit together and everybody knows when I’m not right in the head ( Guilt, anxiety and other such pleasantries).  But anyway, I acknowledged it and we talked about it for a little bit and he said something that struck a chord. He said we are all feeling shitty and we have nothing to distract ourselves with. We are just stuck indoors with no where to go and nothing to fill our diaries with.  And suddenly, it all clicked to me.  We can talk all we like about how we should be using this time to get comfortable with ourselves and silence and to shun this horrible consumerist society that we have created.  But ultimately, we have been conditioned to crave it. We are social creatures.  We need interaction.  We need people.  We need noise.  We don’t need it all the time.  We may not need it in the same consumerist and empty way. And we don’t need it in the volumes we used to have.  But we do need it.  To shut us off from everyone and everything is just mean.  It’s just plunging us into an existence that we have not been created for.  That our minds can’t handle.  I’m lucky. I live with my family. I have constant noise from my kids and I have a companion.  But still. We are losing something vital by being shut away.  By being stuck inside our homes.  We all know that a huge mental health crisis is coming our way.  We are powerless against it.  I’m trying to find a flip side today. Something positive to make it all ok.  And today I can’t. If the rain ever stops, I will go for a run and maybe then my mood will lift. 

Sorry to bring you all down with me. But I have had so many lovely messages from so many of you telling me how my blog is making me you feel, even when I deal with the shitty things.  And there are so many shitty things to say and talk about, so even though it’s embarrassing to admit that I am struggling and feeling sad, I guess it’s important to have these frank and open conversations so that we don’t feel too emotionally distant even though we are living in the era of social distancing.

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Covid, Brexit, Panic and and and

I don’t know about you, but I am panicked. I was slightly pissed off on Saturday when we were plunged into Tier 4 out of literally nowhere. I mean this is Covid life right? What’s really panicking me now though is Brexit and all the ridiculous levels of bullshit that we are dealing with because of Brexit. Oh my god. It’s all doom and gloom. Restrictions on UK freight and the latest mutant variation of Covid have got me living my worst Covid life. I went to Tesco this morning to see if I could literally just buy eggs and milk and the queue was beyond ridiculous. This led me to panic even more.

We quickly drove to McDonalds instead and got happy meals. Instant calm was restored.  McDonalds is nothing but magic.

Who cares about anything. Just eat chips fools.

What is this life? Why are we all so panicked? Why? Because of the news that is being trickled down to us. All this panic is self fulfilling. If you report food shortages and blockages at the border then people will react to that news and shop accordingly. It is all just designed to make us feel anxious. Why do that to people? Sorry this post is not eloquent or articulate. It is coming from a place of worry and fear.

If Sainsbury’s tell us that we are not going to get broccoli in a week, then everybody is going to rush out and buy broccoli, even if they have never eaten a floret in their lives. Shall we think a little bit before we start spreading fear? I don’t want to hoard broccoli. Do you? I don’t want to open my fridge in 3 weeks and just see an army of broccoli waiting to attack me.

Eat me! Otherwise I will hurt you while you are sleeping.
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The Bad Place

Have you watched the show The Good Place on Netflix? If you haven’t, check it out.  It’s funny, easy to watch and entertaining.  It will definitely pass a bit of time while we all suffer with Tier Fatigue. But I also found the Good Place interesting and kind of heartbreaking.  The last ever episode really played with my mind and made me question the point of existence.  There have been a few interesting articles about it.  But anyway, that’ s a post for a different day.

With the announcement of moving into Tier 4 on the cards, I had a thought.  We are actually in the Bad Place.  We are being tortured.  We think we are alive and living our lives on Earth, but we are actually dead and being tortured. I mean this has to be the reality.  We cannot actually be living this life, can we? The nonstop dithering on policy, the relentless uncertainty – it’s just hard on our mental health.  Being told to support businesses and hospitality, being told to go work out at our gyms, go see loved ones but carefully and then having it all taken away for 4 days and then being released like rabid dogs over Christmas, then being told we now can’t do anything on Christmas, it’s difficult to bear. 

I saw something on Twitter that joked that we are all in an abusive relationship with the government.  It made me chuckle and then it made me sad because we are all powerless. And it’s not like we can just leave. We are stuck. Nobody wants us sad Tier 4 losers.  I just refuse to believe that this is real life. Maybe what this actually is is some demented revenge of the turkeys because now everybody is just going to Deliveroo Dominos on Christmas day.  Well played Turkeys. Well played.

How about no? Go eat something else you puny human.

I feel so sad for all the businesses that opened for literally 2 weeks and were looking forward to some normality before Christmas now having to close at the drop of a hat again. I feel sorry for me, because I was really looking forward to Christmas day and seeing some family, but now Christmas day will just merge into every other day of this wretched year.  I feel sorry for everyone who is constantly being messed around.  I guess I better re-read Pema Chodron to get some perspective on life, but for now, I’m going to mope and carry on feeling sorry for myself.

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My week

 

Last week was brutal for me. I had so many things that just all converged at the same time and just made me super tense and stressed.  I could actually feel my veins constricting. I could feel the knots in my stomach.  I could feel the breathlessness, the restlessness, the nervousness. I had a pounding headache the whole week.  It was so visceral.  It was awful.

Anyway, what could be so bad you ask.  Well as my dad so bluntly put it while I was having a mini panic attack on the phone to him, none of these things was life or death, so why was I overreacting? Because that is what I do. Duh. I had my tae kwon do grading. Tae kwon do is my favourite thing in the world. It is so much more to me than a hobby and one day when I find the right words to describe it, I will tell you all about it in detail. But for now, all you need to know is that I love it. But I also hate it. Because I love it so much. Are you following? Yes, I know it’s all very confusing and contradictory. Now you know how I feel. But because I am so heavily invested in tae kwon do and it’s so much more than a hobby to me, I take it super seriously.  I am very average at tae kwon do.  I am not some gifted martial artist. I must work seriously hard to even be ok at it. I am always scared of injuring myself because I am both old and clumsy.  This is not a good combo for anything, let alone a martial artist. So, it was my grading, and I am proud to say I have made it to blue belt.  This is halfway to black belt. But I was super stressed. I am old and don’t remember a lot of things easily and for tae kwon do you have to learn a lot of theory and Korean terminology.  As I am a super nerd, I take studying very seriously. But studying at my age is not easy. And I am literally learning a new language. 

On top of the stress of tae kwon do, I also had a few horrible things I had to sort out at work. You know that thing that none of you think I do? My day job? It all got fixed in the end, but it involved so much emotional trauma, and may I add admin (Errand ParalysisPeople Are Dumb )(and you all know how I feel about admin) that I genuinely thought I would keel over dealing with it all.  Luckily, I didn’t, and I’m here to tell the tale. 

This was also the week that I migrated the old blog to here and even though I hired somebody amazing to do it, it still involved supervision and participation from my end. And seeing as I don’t understand technology, I genuinely had no idea what I was weighing in on. It was just super stressful trying to figure it all out. I felt like a serious dumb ass. I felt like one of those 70-year-old parents who have to ask their kid to set up their iPad. My mum always does this to me and I get so frustrated with it all, but now I have nothing but sympathy.  Tech is way too confusing. I sometimes ask my 8-year-old to help me with Zoom.  How embarrassing.

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So yes, this was my week. Nothing life or death, but all stressful, nonetheless. But here I am. I have somehow survived it all. I think I have taken about 3 years off my life span as a result of this week, but if I only live to be 172 years old, as opposed to 175, it will be ok. Hopefully by that age I will have my black belt.

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Winter

I am a winter baby. Baby in the loosest sense of the word because I am actually ancient. So you would think I could tolerate the cold and the grey. But no alas. It turns out I hate winter. I sit with my SAD lamp as though my life depends on it and some days it feels like my life does depend on it. I take so much vitamin D I should have shares in Vitabiotics. My son is the same as me. In the winter you can see a visible change in his mood. My normally happy kid is a hot mess. It’s sad and a little bit annoying because I can’t justify my bad mood when he’s in a bad mood. It’s like let me have my crisis kid. Anyway, during the winter I know I should make sensible eating decisions. You know fresh vegetables and fruit. Good healthy food that will sustain and nourish me. And instead all I want to eat is toast and hot chocolate. i don’t want to cook. I want to get endless takeaways and eat in front of the tv while I watch bad Christmas movies. I made some lentils 3 nights ago. I still haven’t eaten them. I just look at them in the fridge all sad and lonely and think I’ll eat you tomorrow and instead I reach for the chocolate digestives. This is hardly good decision making. I don’t let my kids indulge though. They eat what I should be eating. They don’t even know that eating digestives for dinner is an option. Haha, suckers.

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People Are Dumb

This morning I am talking to my dear friends the Keanus and we are talking about how pornhub took 19 days to get 50 million viewers. I mean what ? Mrs. Keanu (who is my inspiration for everything btw) said that when she posted something about Netflix and Chill she got loads of responses. She is highly intelligent and posts incredibly provocative and interesting things and yet it’s Netflix and Chill that caught people’s attention. Which made me conclude people are dumb. End of. Or are we? Are we so tapped out by life and all of it’s crazy demands, the never ending admin ( Errand Paralysis), the constant stream of bad news, the relentless struggle just to buy toilet paper and the not seeing our loved ones that we just can’t think anymore. We cant engage with anything in a meaningful way. Today I have the day off and normally I would fill my day with  amounts of laundry, cleaning, general admin and then maybe just maybe a cup of tea at 2pm before I go pick up the kids. But this morning I woke up and I genuinely told my husband I am doing nothing today but watching Netflix. I haven’t even read the news because why bother? I know we will be in the toughest tier. I know I have to decide between seeing parents and inlaws over the holidays and potentially killing them with our latent, asymptomatic covid. Life is hard man. Life is a grind. Let us watch pornhub if we want. Let us just do nothing for one day and watch Netflix. Let me read my trashy novels about cupcakes. it brings me joy. So today I am ignoring my anxiety about doing nothing ( The Struggle Is Real.) I have already made my second cup of coffee, parked myself on my sofa that desperately needs a hoover, closed my laptop and switched on the tv. This is where you will find me for the whole day. If you want to drop off some brownies go ahead.

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The Struggle Is Real

I’ve been feeling weird these past few weeks. Almost like I have a bee in my bonnet or something. Like I have something to prove to someone. I don’t know who. But it’s bothering me. It’s getting me down. And I’ve been struggling to articulate to myself what the problem is because on the surface everything is ok. Chump and I are still gainfully employed. We are lucky we can work from home. Our home is comfortable enough to accommodate us and we are not relegated to working in the laundry room or something. Our kids are ok. Our health is ok. Our loved ones are ok. Everything is fine ! So why do I feel like I’m on the verge of a meltdown? Yes I know we are in the midst of a global pandemic that is weird and scary but as someone who has high grade anxiety I have been preparing for this worst case scenario my whole life ( Guilt, anxiety and other such pleasantries). So that’s not it. You know what it is ? It’s the expectation. everything is fine and you are thriving so why are you not being more productive? why have you not got your 6 pack yet ( Push ups and the Chump)? Why haven’t you written a Pulitzer Prize winning novel yet ? Why haven’t you launched a successful business from your sofa yet ? All these whys. All this expectation. And to be clear it’s not anybody else’s expectations, it’s my own. I am literally in a hell of my own making ( Mind Games) . Every night I go to bed thinking I didn’t do enough today. I could have done more. I should have done more. And all I want to do is watch tv. I just want to watch Netflix. And not think about what a failure I am. But instead I punish myself by spending hours in front of my laptop (on the days I’m not working obviously) toiling away at something, anything to give off the impression to myself that I am being productive. I am miserable.

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Podcast

So I’ve had a lot of feedback on my post ( The Struggle Is Real) today from people who feel the same way as me. Like we are all middle class failures. It’s endemic. What’s the solution? I don’t know. How can we feel more productive in our lives? I think this is a classic case of Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs. We have all of our basic needs taken care of and so now we turn to the loftier needs of self actualisation. But this is a harder need to fulfil because attaining self actualisation ain’t no walk in the park. i suspect it has a lot to do with killing the ego. And really who wants to do that? It’s such hard work doing that. I mean it really means digging deep and looking inward. What a ball ache. So instead I’m going to ignore the obvious solution of working on my ego and instead think about starting a podcast. So you’ll have my wisdom in audio format. Yes. Good for you friends. This is exciting.

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Something Wicked this Way Comes

So my dear reader I just want to alert you to a potentially exciting piece of news. I am in the process of setting up a new website for the blog. Committed technophobe that I am, it may take some time to figure it all out, but just a heads up to you – my loyal readers. You know who you are, I don’t have to name you (Hi Mum and Dad 😂). If and when the new website is ready I will let you know. I will also use my amazing technological skills to make the transition as easy as possible. For me. Which means finding somebody about two decades younger than me who can understand technology… wish me luck.

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Addiction

Have we all been screwed by modern life? I don’t know about you but I am seriously ADDICTED to my phone. I don’t even know what I do on that thing but all day I need it. I need to scroll. Aimlessly. What emptiness is it filling I always wonder to myself. I mean to add insult to injury the bloody phone tells me I’ve spent too long on it. Thanks for the slap in the face phone. Chump always asks me what’s so important on my phone that I need to be glued to it and I honestly don’t have an answer. I feel so sad that I am so heavily addicted to it. What must my poor children think? What kind of an example am I setting? Chump asked me today to please not look at my phone at all. Ok challenge accepted. Except I have to look this one thing up and this thing and the thing and this recipe. And the list goes on. My daughter has a project based around the word still. And her little prophetic mind is amazing. She started talking about stillness of the heart etc. Mind blown. If only I could harness some of my 5 year old’s wisdom. I would be winning at this life game.