The COVID Diaries: The World Has Shifted Yet Again

On Thursday I got an email from a client who I haven’t heard from since the very beginning of the COVID outbreak. This is not unusual. This is the type of client where months can go by without any work from them. She started her email, “The world has shifted yet again since we were last in touch. She was, of course, referencing the Minneapolis…

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The COVID Diaries: Damn

Damn. Damn. Damn. I don’t know where to begin. Oh wait. To begin: Black lives matter. Police departments across the country are violent, destructive, racist organizations that should be abolished immediately. I liked this idea in theory and then I really super loved it when I read this series of posters asking you to imagine the alternative. I had never imagined the alternative, because as…

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The COVID Diaries: Wrong

Here’s what I can’t stop thinking about. Do you know how when you are drinking something and you swallow wrong and you start to choke and you spend 15 seconds thinking your life is gonna end and you panic because you don’t want to die, and you definitely don’t want to die for something as stupid as your inability to swallow properly? I keep thinking…

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The COVID Diaries: Old Dutch

Oh, Darling Ones, I am struggling today. It’s one of those days where I feel unappreciated, unsupported, and taken advantage of. Today I am lonely and afraid and frustrated. And I might have had a small emotional breakdown because Hy-vee forgot to give me my hamburger buns thus ruining dinner and my life and the entire universe as we know it. Instead of whining again…

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The COVID Diaries: Woest

Another month, another lost gig, but I changed the font on the COVID Diaries graphic, so that’s exciting. I’m down again today, like really, truly, bluely down and not Mean Reds down. I’ve been weepy for two days over everything from Charles’ impending departure to being so weepy. Yesterday morning as the sun shined in from the window I wept for a good 15 minutes…

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The COVID Diaries: Sad Balloons

I am sad today. Last year when her daughter was struggling with mental health, BFK explained the irrational behavior to me. “She has all these thoughts and emotions floating around in her like balloons,” BFK said. “She keeps grasping at one balloon and tying it to brick even if they don’t match. She’s constantly trying to tie the emotions to something concrete.” That’s me today….

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