I’m tired. Not just physically exhausted, but mentally and emotionally tired. Toffee tries hard to keep me going…he gets me up between 4 and 5 every morning just to get a head start on the day. But I had 3 late nights in a row, either because of meetings or participating in webinars. A big chunk of days is spent watching news videos, making me anxious about the state of the world, and how to plan for the near and distant future.
Our strata agreed to allow owners to plant 4′ by 4′ boxes of vegetables in the area behind our units. I share my box with my neighbour since I have no sunny spots appropriate for a garden box, and he is clueless about gardening. My neighbour bought several seedlings which we planted a few weeks ago. They are looking great and very appetizing! Toffee likes to convince me to go out there several times a day. He sits as close as he can to the kale, waiting for me to pick some crispy leaves for him. He loves the crisp and tangy radishes. But chard? Chard is the only vegetable I have seen Toffee chew for a few seconds then spit out! Today he finished a leaf of chard and was rewarded with a radish. If only life could be that simple and exciting for me as well!
This morning I plan to sit in on the Hatch, the Isolation Journals virtual coffee shop. I’m not much good at being social with people whom I have never met, and I hesitate to attend functions that I haven’t attended before, but I have to do something to get out of this downward spiral. I want some creative energy back in my life. I want to stop feeling like I am 2 seconds away from a flood of tears for no reason, or minutes away from a total breakdown.
Reflections 