The last few months have been a difficult time for my friends and family. Loved ones have passed away, intimidating diagnoses have been received, and unexpected news has made us feel like we’re on unstable ground. My heart hurts for everyone in my life who has been suffering and grieving for any reason.
One of the hardest things to do while going through the stages of grief is function normally, let alone practice any amount of self-care. How can you try to meditate when you are consumed by anger or sadness? How can you put on a face mask if you can’t get out of bed? Self-care is daunting when you simply don’t have it in you.
This will be my first time being single on Valentine’s Day since 2015.
A small part of me is bitter about it but I’m mostly kind of psyched. I don’t have to worry about buying a sentimental gift or scramble to make a last-minute reservation the day before. No effort is required on my part and I’m here for it!
For the past few weeks, I’ve been battling a nasty sinus infection/cold/cough. It hit me right in the middle of my parents’ visit to my new apartment over Thanksgiving and lingered through the first few days of December.
Getting sick is all around miserable (as I’m sure you know.) All I wanted to do was sleep but my dog and congestion had other ideas. I was in a grumbly mood about spending too much money on tissue boxes and cough drops and annoyed at myself for coughing through my little brother’s birthday dinner. I wasn’t getting better fast enough and that just made me more disgruntled.
You may have noticed that special events aimed towards providing the perfect environment for Insta-worthy photos are on the rise. More artists and brands are picking up on this trend than ever before, and the proof is in the pictures. Just look at fomofeed, a curator of special exhibits in NYC, to see just how many of these interactive, photographable experiences are happening at once in the five boroughs.
“What would you like to order?”
“How do you want to celebrate your birthday?”
“What do you want to do with your life?”
Questions like these tend to sneak up on me and catch me off guard. They strike me with a flash of anxiety and I’m suddenly tripping over my words. This is because I can be terribly indecisive.