I don’t know how others are, but this pandemic has got me, as my grandmother would have said. I did it like I did what i could to make ends meet last year, but it’s been harder since the beginning of the year. That means I can’t wait. Not that patience was ever too much in my case!
From the beginning of the year, however, it annoys me to sit on the chair from morning to evening, my back hurts, I got tired of analyzing my every move, when I leave the house, not to forget the mask, disinfecting my hands after touching anything, then disinfecting clothes, the soles of the boots, the hands again … I know, we must not get tired, we resisted so much! I know, it’s not good to behave like an 8-year-old, we’re not Mr. Goe! But sometimes we feel like Claude Lelouche, ‘Stop the planet, I want to get off!’
I think it’s ok to admit that it’s damn annoying, that I didn’t think it would last that long, that beyond all the resilience, we get frustrated, tired, that we feel like running up a mountain peak and let’s shout our chastity, like the cartoon character.
In those older drawings, he was a character who got very angry, he didn’t look, but he ran like Speedy Gonzales somewhere up there, where he shouted as loud as he could. Then he returned calm, smiling, satisfied.
The question is: what do we do after we cry out for fatigue, annoyance, frustration, boredom?
I make sure I have a podcast in the morning, an audio book I can’t wait to return to, to inspire me. Maybe others have children, some significant other, or some passion.
Maybe at different times we have different ways to get back on our feet. And that is key to moving forward.
But it is equally important to accept that it is difficult, that, as the Romanian says, ‘it sucks’, that we get down just to have a place to get up.