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Patricia VS Sadworld


Leave it to a pandemic and life threatening virus to get my butt OUT of the house during a Saharan Dust invasion. All things that tell you to stay inside. Don't worry, there were no other humans out so it was fairly safe.  As a recently recovered Covid19 person I am feeling the lust for life while I have antibodies. So I've picked up PLAYING OUTSIDE again. It's a great way to get some activity, exercise and usually fresh air...if there's not a damn dust storm blowing around the globe.
My sport of choice...disc golf. More realisticly put... throwing discs unsuccessfully at a basket. I'm learning about focus, aim, body mechanics and how to play fetch. I'm sweating, running, getting sun and dust and not feeling cooped up during a pandemic. The opposite of feeling weak and vomitty in a dark hospital room, which is where I was. This is a reclamation of life. My personal revolution is riding on the plastic round discs in the wind. 

I've lost some weight playing outside. Walking up hills and stretching combined with more plant eating (I'm on a salad kick right now) is starting to show results. And it's fun. Not killing myself watching some abtastic fitness instructor lead me through a HIIT class I can only do once before I'm disabled for a week. You have to do what's enjoyable so it will stick. Playing outside and walking outside looking at beautiful flowers and squirrels...I'm down. 
I'm eating the very marrow of life's bones...even though it looks like I'm biting a dusty disc.
My brief forays into faceworld have yielded: angry rant about everything from politics, masks, Covid, black lives matter and complaint after complaint. I was hard pressed to find one post that was not about any of those things. Anger. Anger on repeat every day by the same angry people. I'm missing Smudge cat and someone with a smile. There is no poetry. There is ugliness. There is no happiness. There is bitching. We are all supposed to be weathering life together, collectively and keeping our humanity. We are not. And as much togetherness as we claim to promote-I see angry, unhappy and lonely people just posting angry, sad reactions to Facebook from their empty houses to make other angry people angrier. Sadder. No one is doing the terrible task of uplifting.
Even texts I send to friends get autoresponses from "smart phones". So and so liked your message. So and so laughed at your message. So much togetherness. So yeah I'm gonna be outside reclaiming my humanity and not living in sadworld and letting the virus take more than it already has. 
You are more than welcome to join me outside friend. ❤️


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