Today I hardly feel grateful about anything.

I feel as if I’m forever waiting on a light at the end of a tunnel

I’m forever waiting to feel stable at work

I don’t feel as if I’m reading enough. I’m also not mindful enough. I’ve caught myself buying to to the endless stream of thoughts lately. I’ll constantly have to remind myself that the thoughts are happening to me.

I’ve been listening to Jado Kingdom’s Love Situation on repeat .

Problems, Problems.

Yearning to be more deliberate about my goals.

Yearning to learn how to cook.

Yearning to be on my own.

I’m longing for space and independence.

Yearning to be confirmed in a new job, surrounded by different skills and personalities

Listening to an audiobook by Oprah titled What happened to you.

I am feeling uninspired .

Feeling unconfident to meet my new spouse 50/50

I was wondering if we could safely have our own space together.

I’m battling wit the though about feeling comfortable with the idea of being on my own

Mom is allowing Teena to wash her hair.

She is noticeably uncomfortable with this. The touching, the rubbing, the combing.

Touching is no longer something we take for granted.

I’m not even sure how many people’s faces look now that we’re always wearing masks.

I’m tired of the smell of Lysol, but it’s now a necessity.

I’m feeling a slight headache as my eyes stare down at the yellow glare on my cell phone.

Another neighbour has died of an illness. The neighbour’s illness is unrelated to Covid, they say.