I keep writing and writing, but feel motivated to post/share none of it. I understand why in some cases--some of it is either coming from a place of complaining or is just poorly written. But the rest? I don't know. Just doesn't feel right.
I suppose the big thing is that I keep writing.
Unlike a lot of people, my workplace is still open during the Coronavirus shutdowns. I'm grateful for that, even if it's a repetitive retail job where customers cough at me regularly.
For the past few days, and for several more, I've been stuck at home though. Doctor's orders. He didn't seem concerned about anything, but I had been fighting with a cough and congestion and the doctor told me to stay put for a week. There goes the rest of my vacation time.
Still, it gives me a chance to do things, like eating well for a week or hunting for non-retail career opportunities. It's given me a chance to think over other things I want to tackle after the pandemic ends, as well. I'm not going to discuss them right now, but at least one would be a relatively sizey undertaking, compared to how I normally live.
I don't know how things will look for me in a week, a month, or a year. But the important thing is to keep moving forward, keep putting myself out there, and keep writing.
Written March 25, 2020