It’s Friday again.
I keep thinking about this tweet:
Everyone I know is doing this to themselves. I’m guilty of it, especially with regard to exercise. The week before we started quarantine, I was celebrating having lost 15 pounds. I’ve gained a lot of it back.
With the exception of cooking, it feels like I’m barely doing enough of any of the things that I’m responsible for right now. It’s like spinning plates–I’m keeping them all in the air, but they’re all precariously close to falling. It’s a new kind of anxiety that I’m not used to.