Still Here

Whelp...the last couple weeks have been a wild ride, haven't they? I work in healthcare education, and after the initial exhausting frenzy of cancelling meetings and events and emotional conversations with colleagues about planning for an unknown future, now I'm home working in isolation for the foreseeable future. I'm in introvert, so this is pretty much paradise for me, but I'm quickly discovering there's a big difference between choosing to be alone, and being forced to be alone. The latter isn't nearly as satisfying.

We were told to halt all non-essential work so that resources can be freed up for those in direct patient care, and it's a bit frightening how once you quit working on non-essential tasks how little remains. My friend and I joked with each other yesterday about this, but it's not a great feeling to discover how very non-essential most of what we do is. Please don't tell my boss, I don't think she's realized this yet. Laugh. Gulp.

In sewing news, there's not much to share really. I did get my sewing corner set-up, and resurrected the design wall. My applique blocks were completed weeks ago, so now it's time to get them sewn onto the next border. I've cut out the pieces for the next part, a piano key border with sawtooth edges, but beyond that I'm just not terribly motivated to sit down and sew right now.

I keep seeing all kinds of inspirational posts about how we can use this time of forced seclusion to be creative and productive and finish projects and clean closets and write that amazing novel or paint a masterpiece or come up with the next big invention. That's feels like a lot of pressure to me! These days I'm all about reading smutty novels (now is not the time for Moby Dick people!), watching trashy TV and laughing hysterically at twitter threads titled "Tell me your most embarrassing sex stories" (there are over 7k responses and it's golden). 

I'm resisting the idea that I have to be productive, that there's a right or a wrong way to use my time. Some of us will create masterpieces, other will bury themselves in a bag of doritos, and it's all OK. Right now, I'm at the Doritos stage of dealing with Corona, but who knows - a masterpiece might also be around the corner.