This right here is probably the core of my own anxiety: lack of control. Unable to do anything but watch everything spin wildly and wishing I could reach out and fix it.
I would like to follow this by saying: I am fine. In this moment, I’m good. But I have had moments like this. And there is a heckuva lot going on in the world right now that’s got people scared.
I’d also think that this anxiousness is definitely a new emotion for Eliza. Feeling worried, scared, and powerless all at the same time. Just not knowing what to do. Hoping that somebody has the answer.
After 17 years (I was 12 the last time they came around – good GOD), the cicadas have indeed arisen. And they are indeed kind of freaky looking.
Not necessarily the hell spawn that Dot’s picturing them as, but still. Weird little buggers. Half the time I’m not sure if they’re dead or alive. A quick nudge usually helps to tell if they are. It also helps to flip them over, as they seem to struggle with that.
They seem to struggle in general, honestly.
I can relate.
Here’s to you, you freaky little bugs. Make some noise. Shed some skin. Do your cicada thing.
I am actually not sure if they hand out stickers when you get your second shot, but if they do, then hey – free sticker.
Got my first shot this past Friday. Have to wait until the end of the month to get my second dose. But it feels good to at least be on the way to be fully vaccinated and have one less thing to worry (less) about.
Does this mean I’m whipping off the mask and licking doorknobs? No. But contributing to herd immunity takes the edge off a bit.
Doodcember is finally finished, just in the nick of time. Had a great time doing it.
And at the same time, 2020 is coming to an end.
This has been an extraordinarily trying year. We all went into it with such high hopes, and what did it give us?
Pain. Never ending pain.
We were on the brink of World War III. Australia was on fire. The West Coast was on fire. Murder hornets reared their ugly heads. There were protests all Summer long. And on top of all that, it was an Election year. A really, really ugly Election year.
And of course – COVID. Friggin’ COVID-19 upending just about everything, casting its nasty shadow across the entire world, highlighting the true depths of human stupidity.
…what a year.
On the plus side, I’ve ironically enough seen more of my friends than usual. I’ve rediscovered an old character (Dot!) and created a new one (Quincy!). I’ve participated in a couple of fascinating art challenges. And I’ve started therapy. So, a few high points.
So what is going to happen in 2021? Who knows. The fact is, the bar is set so low, and we are entering it bruised and bloodied. So hopefully – HOPEFULLY – it can only go up from here.