Saturday, August 01, 2020
How can it be August already? At this rate it will be Christmas soon.
I find that the days and weeks are passing by extremely fast. I wonder if mothers with young children at home feel the same way. Each day is much the same as the previous day. One would expect that with all the extra time I have because I can't go anywhere, I would have so many things accomplished. I have to admit that I am wasting too much time. It is a struggle just to do my daily chores. I sit and read or I play games on the computer.
I tried to sort pictures to put them in albums. I get side-tracked too easily. Yesterday, I put the pictures back in a box to be tackled another time.
There are times when I wonder if I am depressed. Shouldn't I 'want' to get things done? When we first moved to Ontario (from Nova Scotia) many years ago, and I felt like I have been feeling, I realized I was home-sick. Summer meant I would be going home for a couple weeks. Of course, this year's trip was canceled. Maybe I AM homesick. But at this point in my life, I have lived in Ontario longer than my time in Nova Scotia. THIS is now my home and I like my home.
Yesterday, the hospice volunteers (I am one) got an e-mail from our coordinator. Most of us won't be called back into action until September or later. I miss my partner but even if I AM called back, I would be working alone and of course there are many other changes since my last shift in March. I am not even sure I WANT to go back.
With all the world problems, my feelings are quite insignificant. I will get through this. I can do it. I am grateful I can spend time of Spark People and see my Spark friends whenever I need to. For that, I am thankful. Actually, there are many things for which I am thankful. And on that note, I will end my sob-story. Things could be much worse. I acknowledge that.