It will be over. It will pass. Life will resume like usual. God knows it will feel like hell until then. But I've always been a big fan of saying that the downs help us appreciate the ups. This is one of those downs that has to be ridden out until something better comes around. And as with many such downs, we find that a significant portion of the problem is waiting, not being able to do anything, not knowing what is going to happen and feeling like you don't have control.
Deep breaths. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. It feels like everything is eroding and the world is falling around your ears. But it will pass. Everything will work out. Maybe it'll even be funny in a few years. If nothing more, it will be something that you have survived. Sometimes doing well doesn't matter. Sometimes being right doesn't matter. Sometimes, the only thing that matters at all is just getting through it. This is one of those situations.
So what now? What the hell can anyone do at this point? Just sit and wait. Sit and wait. I hate sitting and waiting. It's quite possibly the worst feeling in the world. Dear god, I hate this. I'm letting more spill into my writing than I normally would, but I don't care. This is generally a frustrating situation and it would be only too easy to make it that much worse.
So this, this is me trying not to think. Or maybe trying to think too much in order to compensate for not really being able to do anything at all. I need it to be the end of February, because by then, everything will be over, it will have ended, it will be alright for a fact. Sure, there will be other issues, but the things this past week has hit us all with have been frightening and horrendous and absolutely terrifying at least to a point. Now, I just want them to end.
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