Is anyone else having the ankle-tap-to-your momentum of lockdown finding memories of people and emotions you’ve busied and lifed and run yourself away from clutching you at odd moments of the day and nightmare?
ETA: it’s less melancholy than just getting hijacked by memory lane multiple times a day like the way they do ‘nam flashbacks in movies.
I have been accused of being too busy on occasion, and there’s no denying that while I think I have a good balance of working and doing other things like reading or meeting friends for tea (now Skype) or going to the gym, my days are usually very full. Even meditating is an active state that can help you stop dwelling on thoughts or feelings.
I’m not going to go into all of the whys of that, because it’s hard to know how much is just character and inclination given post-hoc rationale and life is a Dunning Kruger effect process of realising how opaque your mind is to itself (or maybe you were just simpler when you were younger, or maybe both).
Is it impostor syndrome? Helper, Carer stuff? Proving I quit law to do something important or worthwhile and not because I couldn’t hack the workload? The time I was sitting on the couch staring into the middle distance and [redacted] said “you know your mum is sick, not lazy, you shouldn’t imitate her behaviour”? Fear of being still and realising in your stillness that you are only what you do and if you don’t do anything then you’re not anything? Fear of accepting things as they are? Fear of stasis? Sheer cowardice?
As my Grandmother (maternal) used to say: God knows, I don’t. Which, given I’m not a theist means probably no-one knows.
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2020-04-20 11:08:37 +0000 UTCAnna Östman
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