Like everything else around us lately, the landscape of blogging is changing. So many bloggers I’ve followed for years have closed shop; many without explanation, some reaching out to say that nothing feels right anymore and they want to move on.
Time is a strange thing these days. I can’t believe we’ve lived in an altered state of reality since March and that it’s somehow already August (what??) and that our baby just turned four months yesterday. Over the weekend I thought about my friendships and how those are shifting, too. I imagine this is largely par for the course for anyone who has recently had a major life change (new job, marriage, baby, etc), but this pandemic has muddled the waters immeasurably. Have you noticed that no two people are quarantining the same way? You start to pay attention when you are isolated for so long, fearing the worst for the ones you love.
The phone calls are infrequent. Invites nonexistent. Every single one of my friends is over the pandemic. Some obeying stay at home orders more than others (also I should add I’m not judging anyone, just making observations). A few weeks ago, Bryan and I joined his family in a church (with our masks on and we sat very far away from anyone). We then went out to lunch where we sat within six feet. Was it the right thing to do? I don’t know anymore. I did feel uneasy about it, but also it felt… like a new normal? No. That’s not the right word. None of this feels normal anymore.
I miss in-person connections. This is an unnatural way to live and I am so happy when I have the chance to catch up with family and friends via phone or text, email, and FaceTime, and occasionally in person. The FaceTime has been so beneficial in many, many ways—and yet sometimes I feel FaceTime fatigue. Does anyone else sometimes feel like they’re not always ready for FaceTime and please warn me before you hit up my phone this way?
It’s hard to find the words most days which is why I’ve largely kept mum here on the blog until the spirit moves me. I really do miss blogging regularly and I hate that I can’t seem to fall into a rhythm there. But I’m learning to do what I am able. On most days, that alone feels like an accomplishment.
How are you all handling the pandemic and how are you holding up mentally? Let me know in the comments, sweet friends.
PS: the message board above found a new home in our kitchen, at a table Bryan finally cleared up (hallelujah!). It’s one of my new favorite nooks in the home, but I think it needs more plants. Thoughts?