It is disconcerting how many people have independently described the past two weeks as “bleargh.” I think we are all on the #Bleargh2020 wavelength.
Some are exhausted, some are sick, and others just sick and tired. I think I fall in the last group. I can always tell when I’m in that head space because my instinct is to just zone out.
Which brings me back to this newsletter, and walking my dog. How often am I “present” for these walks? Maybe 20% of the time? Which is a number I came up with at some point this morning as I “zoned in” and realized I had effectively missed the first third of our walk. We stepped outside our front door and then suddenly I’m standing next to the village green down by the Lake Ella cottages.
Brains are weird.
(a repeated refrain here)
Good thing Keely knows where to go.
Putting in my ear buds and listening to playlists while walking really takes me out of where I am and sends me to imaginary worlds — sometimes I’m the mary-sue hero, sometimes I’m an observer, sometimes I rehash stories I love. It’s escapism, pure and simple, but time I look forward to nonetheless.
Out of my head, into the multiverse, leaving the bleargh behind.