Working from home is strange to me. I find without interruptions, I am working more efficiently, yet believe it or not, I miss the hustle.
I find I am more anxious. I pace constantly, I eat more, I am irritable. I stuff my face with avocado, tomatoes, and bananas. At least I am forced to eat healthy. But why the unsettled feeling of being home? Nothing has changed other than my environment. I run a large church, with many events, committee meetings, and so much more. I’m thankful I can work remotely. My husband is still working (he manages in the food industry) and he is cranky. Super cranky. Super cranky pants. He wants to be home, I want to be at work. And I hear about it.
We will get through this, but there is not a day that goes by I find myself a tad bit more scared than the day before. I fear for my family, our jobs, our health. It is out of our control and I pray. I don’t know what else to do.
In between working, I paint and I sketch. Trying new media only to occupy the anxiety of the news I seem so obsessed with. It’s like a bad drug addiction watching every move the virus makes, like it is my runner.
What to do. What to do.
