Lost in the In-Between
I seem to have fallen between the cracks again. The cracks in democracy – I knew the Republicans wouldn’t have the guts, but all the same, like a hypnotised moggie, I watched as they failed the country they signed up to serve; the cracks in our collective sanity, as a shape-shifting killer bug continues to terrorise us; and the cracks in the climate which seems to be hitting back at us with a mini ice-age at the moment (I stepped out the front door to cut some thyme yesterday and nearly froze on the way to the window box!).
By which I mean, at this moment in time, I can’t seem to motivate myself to do the things I normally love. Or, rather, I wake up feeling perfectly fine and full of intentions, cheerily make a to-do list while drinking delicious café con leche, and then find it’s time for bed before I’ve had time to tick a single thing off. Each day seems to end almost as soon as it begins, I feel like I’m living in a philosophical experiment.
I think I’m going to have to stuff my cynicism into an old coffee can and get into the habit of listing my achievements every evening before turning in. It’s no use waiting till the morning, I’ll have forgotten everything. Actually, I wonder if I should write things down as soon as I achieve them – made coffee; wrote to-do list; drank coffee; got dressed; ate breakfast; read two and a half pages of Feminism Interrupted; taught 27 kids to imagine Gretna Green as a place where magic happens; finally worked out how to see my notifications in the new Mac OS; downloaded a new to-do app…
My phone has just jingled to tell me it’s time to get ready for bed, again.
Tomorrow is another day…
Header image: Bladderwrack Clinging to a Rock at the Solway Coast, by me.