I am learning a lot about myself. For one, I am definitely an extrovert. I am undergoing more stress than necessary, because I hate being alone. When it comes down to it, your “friends” will talk to you again… I guess being quarantined suddenly gives people more time… shocker. Don’t get me wrong, I love that people are reaching out and connecting with me again, but where were they before the chaos?
I write when something happens, and when I feel overwhelmed. Right now, I think feeling overwhelmed is an understatement. I feel numb now. With all that has happened.
Life tends to unfold in ways that are so unpredictable. I ended 2019 in the best way, I was truly proud of what I had accomplished and overcame. I even fell in love with someone. I genuinely believed that life was starting to go as planned, I was relieved. In all honesty it all happened so fast, but I loved it.
Now I am looking at 3 months into 2020 and all shit has hit the fan. Travelling makes me really happy, and with all happening right now there’s no way I am going to plan a trip, and there’s no way of knowing when it will be safe to do so. I thrive being surrounded by people, but now the only time I am around people is at work, a social service group home, where I am exposed to higher amounts of risk. So instead of being relieved to be around people I am more paranoid and stressed out. Talk about a double edged sword am I right? Oh… and about the love of my life. Well let’s just say the honeymoon phase is over.
