OH MY GOD, WHEN WILL THIS STUPID VIRUS GO AWAY?! Ok, ok, I’m okay now, it’s ok. It’s bath time, mama. It’s bath time…..
These damned Zoom meetings with my coworkers are a freakin nuisance. The one thing that I looked forward to as a major introvert in a pandemic was some ME TIME. But instead, I’m home with the huzzy and kids, or I’m at work with lots of other people, and my only “peace” is during my one-hour commute to and from the office.
This lifestyle is bullshittery at its finest. Yes, that’s a word. It’s fine if you ignore the little red dots under it, trying to make you second-guess yourself.
So is it the center of a tootsie pop? The meaning of life that is. I’m so glad I can scroll down and read what I wrote last time because my memory is about as useful as gills on a……uh……something that’s not a fish.
So I’m starting out with a big question: Do I find the meaning of LIFE? Or do I find the MEANING of life? That’s a pretty good place to start, I’d say. Baby steps.
Younger me wanted what I didn’t have. Older me misses my youth. Younger me was terrified of boredom. Older me practically lives for the one-hour I get to devote to my self-care soaks each night. Younger me wanted to drive everywhere, all the time, for the sense of freedom it provided. Older me is quite happy when she is NOT the designated driver, tyvm. Seems like a catch-22 of aging bullshittery to me. A cosmic funny, perhaps?
If you can neither HAVE your cake NOR can you eat it……well, that makes for a hungry stoner. I’m trying to get philosophical based on my own thoughts, but apparently, I’m going to have to get scientific up in this mother. Research, here I come.
Sayonara!
