It had been a full week since I’d ventured outside – meaning it had been a full week since I left the house in any way. To be honest, as we all should be because what’s the point otherwise, two of those days had been totally lost to the haze of sickness – the rest of the time I was slightly more aware, but only slightly, and all was shaded with the cloudiness that has come to represent this Winter Obscura. Never let it be said that when there’s a theme I don’t lean all the way into it. Extra is my only mode of existence.
It strikes me, having been away from the daily rituals of life for a bit, how much work and effort is involved in simply getting out of the house, and as daunting as it felt first thing on a dark Monday morning, I did what I usually do: broke it down into manageable bits and sections, and slowly charged my way through the day, minute by minute, hour by hour.
Baby steps upon re-entering the realm of the living.
No definitive verdict yet on whether it’s good to be back.
