Spending the past week trying to get over Covid wasn’t my ideal way of starting off 2022, but it also confirmed a lot of things for me. The first thing being that, somehow, my dreams could actually get weirder. The second, was the terrible realization that this virus probably isn’t going to go away anytime soon. The third was the fact that I’d somehow stopped listening to music in the past year.
I’m sure that most people are sick of words like “pandemic”, “omicron/omarion”, “sickness” and “disease” so I’ll skip over the first two points that I stated in the previous paragraph. (For someone who obsesses over horror films, I’d had some pretty scary dreams while fighting off night sweats and uncomfortable chills and fevers.) But now, my journey is coming to an end. I still have three more days left in quarantine, and I’m really just wanting to listen to some good music, and maybe even indulge in an edible that I’d otherwise have no business consuming on a school night. Still though, I feel empty and like my mind is being pulled in about 1000 different directions. I could sit around all day and be a productive teacher: think of systems for my students (that I’m sure are eagerly awaiting my return) or fantasize about being some famous dj/writer/renaissance woman. I’ll settle on being a writer (for now) because it may be the only thing I’m semi-good at. Which brings me back to the why I’m here and writing this: I need a record of my thoughts, and I’m hoping that maybe if I can somehow become consistent enough, it can branch into something more.
I know I’m capable of greatness, and I know I have ideas that could be big. The thing is, I struggle with how to put it all together and not become discouraged throughout the process. So, this is attempt #1948 at branching into something that actually brings me joy. I don’t want to worry about the analytics, and fact that most people probably don’t read blogs anymore. I simply just plan to “do” and talk about the things that I give a damn about outside of work. If you’re rocking with me, just know that I fuck with you…heavily, and if you don’t, then…why the fuck are you here?
Before I end this post, can someone suggest some good music for me? Drop a comment or something please.
Peace.
The Eloise 