everything will be alright
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Life is never what you planned
Life is moments you can’t understand
And that is life
It’s surprising how many song lyrics feel relevant right now. This song, in particular. Are you also feeling that way? I guess I shouldn’t be surprised by the timelessness of music, Should I? Forever grateful it exists, though.
Do you also notice the duality in everything too? Not just the emotional duality (which I think we can all agree on), but the mind + body duality. The physical part – which for me means that so busy at home with stuff and our new house that I don’t have time to be bored or wonder if I need bangs. And the mental part – which I’m still figuring out. Were a lot of things taken away? Yes. But strangely, you don’t feel lighter? Yes. Instead you’re given a backpack of rocks that can’t be dropped or ignored? Yes.
It feels like a crisis on top of life.
I literally told my mom the other day when she started repeating something she heard on the news, “Stop, mom. Just no. I can’t take any more stuff right now. I’ll end up crazy.”
Holding to the ground
As the ground keeps shifting
Trying to keep sane
As the rules keep changing
Keeping up my head
As my heart falls out of sight
I’m keeping busy. Living in the wilderness means you either have to work to gain every convenience or work to secure those conveniences (like, in case the weather freaks out). Until now, I didn’t realize how fortunate I am to live days from contact with the outside word. But now I am and the projects that spring brings mean I have a distraction from all the chaos.
My heart goes out to all you city/suburb dwellers. Man, that’s rough.
So I still might be a little fried in the head some days. The heaviness might not expire for a while. But I’m in the dirt. I’m making memories. I’m relearning piano. I’m getting so much better at journaling. I’m getting up to see the sunrise and making time to breathe.
Everything will be alright
Everything will be alright
In time, everything will be.
wishing you a lovely day.
k.
How are you, friend?
How are you spending these isolating days?
What music has spoken to you, lately?
8 comments
Thank you so much for sharing - beautiful as always :) glad you're well and getting time to breathe❤
ReplyDeletethank you, Jeanette. Hope everything is well in your corner.
Deletecheers.
k.
"Were a lot of things taken away? Yes. But strangely, you don’t feel lighter? Yes. Instead you’re given a backpack of rocks that can’t be dropped or ignored? Yes.
ReplyDeleteIt feels like a crisis on top of life."
I think that's the best way to describe it, really - the backpack of rocks that was strapped to all of us about a month ago. But I'm grateful that you're able to have a bit of distraction from it all. In time, it all will be alright. And what a beautiful day that will be, won't it?
I am SO looking forward to the day when I don’t have to carry the backpack anymore.
Deletexoxo.
k.
Yes, yes, yes to all of this! You capture these feelings of confusion and disappointment so well.
ReplyDeleteGrace Anne mentioned it in her comment but --> "Were a lot of things taken away? Yes. But strangely, you don’t feel lighter? Yes. Instead you’re given a backpack of rocks that can’t be dropped or ignored? Yes." This. So much yes.
But you're right, everything will be alright. Sending hugs your way!
Your comments always mean so much to me. Sending hugs right back!
Deletexoxo.
k.
I have been in two places this quarantine. In the city and on a small farm. What felt natural to me was having a big backyard to go to when I needed outside air. Being in a small townhouse in the middle of the city with people all around me felt suffocating. I'd lay in my bed more often than not and I felt less inspired. I did however knit a scarf with so many holes in it that I had to eventually just call it character. Just a little insight to land vs. city life. :)
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed your post.
I can imagine how suffocating city life would feel. Having room to breathe (and stretch your legs) is liberating - especially right now.
Deletethank you for sharing, Vanessa!
k.