I don’t often feel bored. Usually, what others may label as boredom feels more like a low-grade depression to me. I don’t feel like doing this, or I don’t want to do that, or I just don’t care about that right now.
That’s kind of what I’m dealing with right now. It’s my favorite time of the year – with the new growth everywhere and the fruit trees and flowers bursting out all over – and I’m feeling the allergy symptoms constantly these days. That may be part of my ennui. Another part is that I tend to over-do (wha? me?) and exhaust myself in the constant doing: garden, yard, house, fiber pursuits – you know, making.
I am trying to focus on doing what brings joy. Usually I am looking for that feeling of accomplishment, but right now, joy seems to be the thing that is calling to me. I don’t have to do everything right now. In fact, I shouldn’t. So there.
What things bring you joy in these days of the pandemic? How are you coping with isolation?
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