Do I say this to myself periodically? Yes, of course. I miss being able to take my laptop to a coffeeshop. I miss sitting at the bar and catching up with friends over a few drinks. I REALLY miss traveling and having a trip to look forward to.
But I’m also worried. Because I don’t know what this means for my work, including freelance writing. There are just so many uncertainties right now, and you’d think with my anxiety that I’d be used to living in this kind of headspace. Nope. Still anxious AF. Oddly enough, I read an article last night reporting some people with anxiety and depression are actually feeling BETTER during this pandemic. I wish I could say I were one of them.
It could be so much worse, I know. I constantly remind myself that. It puts things into perspective temporarily, but it’s definitely not a cure-all. So on top of worrying, I’m also feeling guilty for worrying. Ugh.
I don’t know who else out there is in this lonely boat with me, but if you are, then hey. 👋🏼