Rebuilding your personal pandemic

I need a Nature getaway but for now I take the little moments where I get them.

This months focus seems to be on"rebuilding" or building. I haven't even touched a paintbrush and my mind is on home projects and knocking them out. Little by little things are getting done around here and it's super satisfying...like replacing the belt on the vacuum and doing a nice vacuuming session on the house. Taking a toothbrush and bleach and getting those weird things off my sink faucet 😳 taking the car for tune up and oil change now has me wanting to do a deep clean on the car (much needed, it looks like it came from a swamp). Next will be getting the toilet fixed (it stopped flushing like 3 months ago) and the garbage disposal fixed. I'm not sure exactly why my brain needs to do all these things right now but it does.

I think a lot of it has to do with taking care of things you actually have control of... In a time where it feels like you have no control. It feels like chaos out there so I try to control the chaos "in here", my bubble. I don't like feeling helpless, no one does. So I busy myself with rebuilding projects, rebuilding my health, home, finances, transportation, relationships, etc. It feels good, productive and proactive... And it's been a long time coming.

When you feel beat up by life and poor it's super easy to just let everything slide into disrepair and say FUG IT... Because it feels so hard to climb out of the hole and do anything about it. The virus made me do something about it. So this is my middle finger to the virus, trying to thrive and survive and be better than ever. I am optimistic AF.

I hope everyone is thriving and surviving despite the circumstances. ❤️

Next project is my closet, donating clothes and hitting the studio. I'm also going to make sure I get some day hikes in soon, put something nice on the calendar...your whole life can't be To Do lists, after all.

Another day at work, another workout, another project to tackle... Happy Hump day, let's do this!

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