We’re into the second week of official lock-down and I’m starting to regret this series. There’s really not a lot to talk about when you’re physically confined to your house for 23 hours a day, unless of course, you’re a social media influencer who can turn a wardrobe clear out into 20 minutes worth of interesting content. Unfortunately my parent’s house wouldn’t constitute an aesthetically pleasing space as far as social media is concerned and the purchase of my flat has been put on hold due to the situation which, honestly, I’m quite comfortable with but it does mean I don’t have much to report! I had been looking forward to writing ‘The Studio Flat Series’, documenting my first experience of buying a property and moving in, decorating and arranging the flat completely to my own taste. It’s a nice day-dream to have, even if it feels very far away now.
I’ve been in a constant battle of two minds as to whether I should be writing more content around mental health or whether I should be distracting myself and anyone who might come across my blog with witty anecdotes and frivolous topics. It’s a toughie; One one hand, i’m getting sick of myself talking about anxiety and mental health so if I am, surely any reader will too? On the other; are these times too delicate to be shoving less important subjects under one’s nose? I can’t decide whether I find the influencer’s of Instagram quite annoying in their endless pursuit of positivity; baking cupcakes and walking me through their skincare routine every day. I suppose one man’s misery is another man’s joy though, it’s not fair to make everyone grieve just because you, yourself, aren’t feeling very peppy.
Fine, let them be positive if they must.
Over the weekend I watched a barrage of movies that offered escapism, heroism, comedy and light hearted entertainment, I almost forgot I was under house arrest (perhaps i’ll list some suggestions in another post). I also helped my Mother chop down wood from a tree we attacked about 6 months ago (just the neighbours ivy-infested dead branches bothering our shed, don’t worry), that was quite therapeutic and I appreciated the subtle upper body ache the following day.
Last night I really had a wobble as I tried to sleep, my mortality was staring me in the face. I won’t go into detail but i’m glad I woke up and didn’t have the same fears.