When does routine become a rut? In a stupid, global pandemic. I’m over it. I’m so, so over it. There was a novelty to it at first – the lockdown. That has long since past. I want to see my friends. I want to go eat out at a restaurant. I want to see live music or go to the movies. I want to visit my family. I want to go outside without a stinking mask on.
Second lockdown was a little different for me because I remained at work where we were down to curbside service. I’m still going; I’m still following the regular routine. I come home. I empty the dishwasher, clean up the kitchen before making dinner for the fam. I, then proceed to surf the internet until it’s time to go to bed and start the pattern over again. It’s repetitive. There’s got to be more to life than this, surely! Maybe outside of the pandemic, yes. Chances to break routines and habits. Add to the fact that it’s winter. In Canada. I hate being cold. I hate winter and the endless grey days that force me into a different type of confinement. The rare sunshiny days are days to be treasured – even though it usually means it’s too freaking cold to snow.
I am looking forward to, and am planning for the summer. Camping with a girlfriend, a trip to the cottage with the husband. I try not to wish the time away – especially as I get older, but these outings are good for the soul, and planning them makes them come alive for me. I need something to look forward to.
I was supposed to go on a Mediterranean cruise this fall, followed by a trip to Sicily, but that has been cancelled due to Covid.
I guess, I’m feeling trapped by the routine. By the pandemic. I need a break. I need to shake things up. I don’t watch a lot of television, save for a couple of shows. The movie pickings are slim on Netflix and Prime. I read, but not enough – my focus is just not there. Writing publicly is out of my comfort zone, so that’s a good thing.
Ugh.
E. E. Wildwood 