I’m tired, y’all. Just… tired. The anxiety and mental stress of wondering constantly if I’m doing the right things for my family and myself. Wondering how this is all going to affect the kids in the long run. Wondering how our economy is going to come out on the other side. Worrying about all the small businesses that probably won’t make it or will suffer if they do. Wondering how everyone else is feeling. It’s draining, and it’s scary, and it’s currently all-consuming.
I ventured out to the grocery store today, and while it wasn’t quite as bad as I had built it up to be in my mind, it was still a very sobering experience. There were literally NO canned goods on the shelves, people were snapping up packages of ground beef faster than the worker could put them on the shelf (I will say, I was pleasantly surprised at how nice all the shoppers and employees were to each other). No pasta, no bread, no toilet paper or paper towels. Lunch meat was so picked over there was barely anything left. Oddly enough there was plenty of produce, but that’s a puzzle for another time, most likely because it spoils so quickly? Who knows.
It’s kind of like a really bad dream that you can’t wake up from. Everything is so uncertain, the outcome isn’t written. You have people who are holed into their homes refusing to step foot in the light of day, and then you have people who don’t seem to give a shit what happens or who it happens to. Scary stuff, y’all.
I was actually going to try to write something funny and lighthearted tonight, but I just don’t really seem to have that in me, so I’m going to cut it here, go do something calming to my mind and come back at it tomorrow.
Here’s hoping tomorrow is a better day for us all. <3
