My struggles with finding the motivation to write have continued amidst some highly demanding work weeks and weekends spent actually being productive once again around the house. Sometimes I need a kick to help break me out of a funk, and sadly that kick can come with a heavy price tag attached to it, like the one that motivated me to end my writing break.
In the weeks before Christmas I finally got around to visit my physician for an overdue annual physical. During that visit, we discussed the newly announced approvals for COVID-19vaccines, which he would rather have injected and when, and which drug maker he’d recently invested in and was already causing a nice growth in the value of his stock holdings. When I couldn’t get in to the labs for testing until six weeks after my checkup, I visited him again for a prescription renewal to tide me over until I could visit him again in the new year to go over the results; as we said farewell we briefly discussed our respective plans for Christmas; mine were simple, his were not as he intended to travel overseas with the hope of visiting his mother in long term care.
I have been struggling to come up with the theme of my post tonight. I’ve tried a couple drafts in my offline editor and been distracted in sending a text to an old friend by a brain doing it’s best to distract me from the mental work of writing. Apparently I’m a procrastinator through and through, and even I know that sometimes you just need to take the leap, brain, and login to the live-editor and get to work.
A year ago today, an unwanted visitor settled into Canada and made itself at home. COVID-19. Not only did this unwanted guest settle in, it immediately started shoving the furniture around. It must be the truth that by now, so I dare say there isn’t anyone in this country that hasn’t had a taste of the COVID reality. For the majority of us, we’ve been required to isolate and to give up freedoms we took for granted; visits with friends, being with loved ones and family at Christmas, or travelling to our sand and sun winter get-aways, going out, but we’re fine, and we’ll get through this.