Work is insane. Even more when I’m working from home. My husband won’t stop coughing. Googling random shit and my relapsed news addiction is a part-time job. My stress levels go up and down. The kids are going crazy without their usual routine. So is the husband. The whiskey and weed supply is dwindling. Between us we’re creating five times more dishes and laundry and pee on the floor and general mess than we usually do. The supermarket ran out of ice cream. We’re all having too much screen time. What if I brought the virus back from Spain? What if we can never travel again? What if we run out of toilet paper?
Right now, everything is okay. Just breathe.
Feel your feet on the floor, your bum on the couch, your shoulders rising and falling, the tension in your jaw releasing.
Take a few deep breaths.
Right now, everything is okay. Right now no one has a fever, you have a roof over your head, everyone’s breathing just fine, no one’s had a nervous breakdown. You can live without ice cream (just).
Feel the breath as it goes in and out of your body. Follow a few breaths.
You don’t need to commit to an hour of meditation right now, or even a minute. A few breaths is enough to ground you into the moment. Whatever you can handle. To quiet the building panic, the what ifs. The anxious, “fuck, fuck, fuck”-flavored trains of thought. It’s not a vaccine but it helps.
The world has never felt this uncertain before, but right now, in this moment, nothing has actually changed. I’m still me, in my body, in my home. When I can quiet the bullshit, or at least not focus on it, even just for a moment, everything is okay.