So what has changed for me since my last published missive? It is a new week, a new month AND we entered Lockdown Level 3 a couple of days ago…and it is my birthday in 13 days time! As an aside, I have always treated the run-up to my birthday with some trepidation that started many years ago when I was given a pair of pyjamas instead of the transistor radio that I had been promised. To make matters worse, said pyjamas arrived in a box that used to house a radio…and yes, I am STILL having therapy for that. Needless to say that I now view wrapped gifts with suspicion.
That aside, these changes coincide with the beginning of the month and even though I have not been earning nearly as much as I was at the end of March, the bills still have to be paid. I have enquired at my bank for assistance in the form of a payment ‘holiday’, but it seems that I do not qualify. In one case where I did qualify, the help was in the form of an interest-bearing loan, which would have added more debt! Thanks for nothing corporate greed…
The countdown to Active Level 1 has begun…or has it? The current BREAKING NEWS is that aspects of Level 4 and 5 have been found to be unconstitutional. But the relevant ministers have been given 14 days to rectify or appeal. So either there will be REAL changes made or will be stuck in this pseudo-socialism for a while. I am trying to see this as a positive, but it is hard.
I still believe that I am a mushroom and I am being kept in the dark and fed crap! What can I not have a haircut is all the proper procedures are being followed? Why is an entire industry being held to ransom? At the end of the day, there can be no real justification for certain decisions and I hope that the powers that be will see that we are only match away from lighting a fire that will be difficult to extinguish.
This is STILL the only way I can tell what day of the week it is!
Oh, how I wish I could turn my feelings on and off with the turn of a tap…but it does not seem that will be happening anytime soon. What I am trying to do is trying to ‘control-the-flow’ and unfortunately not being very successful at it.
I am trying to be grateful for the small things. But radiating an air of positivity on an ongoing basis is DIFFICULT. And aside from anything else, it is hard to maintain.
I long for a cup of coffee with friends in an open space and not watching each other via a web camera. But one of the things that I have to come to realize is that I am slowly becoming more comfortable in my own space. The prospect of having to once again interact with people is as daunting as not dealing with them
This is how I am trying to survive… at the moment. Not looking forward and certainly NOT looking back. And, just like that, another week comes to an end with all the highs and lows that I have had to encompass and come to terms within the past 168 hours
