A Weird Day

Coming back to this blog after such an extended break is a bit surreal. All the posts I’ve done about important topics came to a stand-still. I was, to be frank, uninspired. I was burnout. And to some extent, I’m still a little bit of those things.

I got stuck in the loop of “it has to be catchy or else don’t post it”. That led to a bunch of non-blogging and an absolute rubbish outlook.

So I’m pulling back to my roots.

I don’t want to get too far into the weeds, but this isolation bit is funky, no? There I am, completing my hospital-based internship, weeks from graduation and then BAM. Covid. Everything switched to online, the hospital asked students to step aside for their own safety, graduation cancelled. And all this put me in a weird place.

I’m not upset about moving to online classes. Honestly, I hated that commute. I’m an introvert naturally, so I don’t need as much human connection as someone who’s purely extroverted. Zoom meetings do it for me. It’s been nice to see all the ways that I can rest and reset from constant interaction. Make no mistake, this is a hybernation period. I will likely never get to this place again in my adult life. And that’s why I’m using it to my advantage.

I’ve done some telehealth trainings, and been working on my exam prep (I still need to pass my licensing exam before I get a job). I’ve been improving my professional skills as best as I can. I’ve been completing classes. I sewed more masks than I have ever done in my life. I’m baking all kinds of recipes. I’m staying home.

Because the logic brain and the creative brain are at war for me.

On the one hand, I’m staying isolated because it could save my life and the lives of others. I began making masks for those exact same reasons. I take my temperature twice a day, I put the masks in a ziplock, sealed for 3 days before they leave my house. I am exceptionally analytical about how clean things are in my house, meal prep, professional growth activities, classes.

But on the other, I get to set my own schedule. I get to wake up and draw smiley faces with pancake mix. I get to grind and make fresh coffee each morning. I get to focus on living in small moments-usually on my porch where my pea plants are just starting to expand their leaves. I get to drink sweet tea and watch the thunderstorms. Reconnect with a slower, more deliberate me.

And there are days where I can do none of those things. I spend the day lethargically glued to my phone (which is glued to its charger) playing word puzzles under the ruse that “it’s brain activities”. I baked four separate desserts yesterday because I wanted to pretend like I was on a cooking show.

This morning, I woke up before the sun. Without an alarm. If you don’t know me in person, you will know that that is a sure sign I’ve probably been abducted and body-swapped. And yet, there I was. I checked for homework, reviewed my calendar, made a grocery list, checked my plant children, then made 2.5 dozen masks.

I’m not entirely sure what all this says. I think it’s me trying to find my way through this weird time. Someone said it would be useful to document the goings-on of the virus. But I don’t honestly want to focus on the dark and heavy today. Today I just want to get back to the weird laundry list that is my life.

Perhaps tomorrow.

2 thoughts on “A Weird Day

    1. I 100% understand that. My interactions so far have come primarily from classwork and interviews, so I think the stress of those makes me rather like the break. But I completely understand that volley. It’s a weird time we’re in. Hope you’re staying well!

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