This morning Dave drove to the swimming hole. We were the 2nd and 3rd ones in the pool and it got crowded quickly. We swam, the headache that has been dogging me for the last 24-hours dissipated, and we both got into the chilly car with wet hair and gratitude. So much to be thankful for.
I’ve been waging a losing battle against the dark months of isolation and burn out from working at home. I’ll call the Employee Assistance Program line today to see if they have info for this unprecedented season that I don’t yet have. There is no shame in asking for help, pointers or a life raft. I think I just need a point on the horizon to swim towards and I can’t see it yet.
Izzy has also been a giant furry grace note at this time. I will no longer arch my eyebrow when someone appears to be talking to their dog. Iz has never replied, but she has patiently listened and I love how her skin heats up under my hand and when she gets her near-daily brush.
Folks, it’s a hard road this COVID-time. Harder still if you are completely isolated, looking for employment, responsible for other humans – especially learning humans, hungry, cold or abandoned. I am none of those things right now, but I have been a few in my life. The only answer I have is that I will listen.
I will listen. And offer you some of my bubbles to blow at the barking dog.
May we be healthy.
May we be happy.
May we know peace.
May we share great love.
May we have the courage to ask for the help that we need.
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