The Doomsday Journals, Week 7

There is no Week 6 post, and there are a few reasons for that. The main one is personal, but beyond that it just kind of feels like we're settling into . . . some semblance of normal.

Nothing is normal, of course, and the fact that it can feel that way for me is an incredibly privileged position. The fact that I can be concerned about my dad's cat and familial disputes is a privilege I have compared to the people who are putting their lives in danger every day for too little money and too little protection. But at this point . . . I know that. At this point it's just piling up of the same stories, getting angry at the same people, and trying to figure out a new strange routine amidst all the rest of that.

And it's bad and it's hard, but there are other things that are badder and harder right now, on a personal level, so it's very hard to focus on the whole thing despite all that.

Gratitude Journal: April 17, 2020

1. Unless by Carol Shields, which is so warm and human and emotionally honest and thoughtful and smart that it helped me settle into my own skin and my own discomfort by putting me into someone else’s.
2. I’m in my own space again, at least for the moment, and I feel more in control.
3. My brother has my back for what may come.